An ode to harsh noise music.
by Dave Skipper

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My ears are ravenous
For vibrations cavernous
And noises fathomless

Intensity anticipated
Breakthrough annunciated
Waveforms emancipated

Mid-range crunch and grit
Crackles and hums all over it
Voluminous timbres all in a fit

Shuddering smothering bass
Feedback tones all over the place
While harsh mangled bursts smash, tangle, and race

They teach
Without speech
Of truth beyond reach

Of unity, diversity
Beauty or perversity
Of hope in adversity

Creation, destruction
Infinite reduction
Divine instruction

As sounds take wing
And explosions sing
This noise – for which king?

(If you enjoyed this poem, you can read more of my poems here.)

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