322/365

there is not enough music
on the hamster wheel.
sure there are the twenty minutes a day:
fumbling through chords,
climbing up and down incoherent scales,
and yes there are the three hours a week
bashing out hits with the band,

but where are the ear goggles?
the full album play on vinyl?

the parties where we just sat
in the darkness near a fire
getting lost together in that verse
this chorus, the bridge, a solo.

everything is off kilter
when music is relegated
to the background.

the songs swallow us whole
sonic osmosis keeping us sane.