This poem was inspired by the Bad Religion song Billy. It’s an attempt to convey how a song itself can be an experience independent of it’s lyrics.
the near tangability
of the aural expression
like a warm blanket
on a cold night demands
that you embrace it
wrapped within its folds
wishing it would last forever
like the doorway to
another level of existance
the precipice of epiphany
the message convied
by the plastic platform
the patterns of
consonant and vowel
fade away into the
overall experience
of sonic signifigance