There’s something about
new-wave jazz,
all modern and electric,
that beckons armageddon—
a set of never-ending
Shepard tones, swelling
in sun-baked suburbia
like a body in the water:
light, rising, mercifully vague
as to the terrors
it may unleash tomorrow.
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 10:22 AM UTC
There’s something about
new-wave jazz,
all modern and electric,
that beckons armageddon—
a set of never-ending
Shepard tones, swelling
in sun-baked suburbia
like a body in the water:
light, rising, mercifully vague
as to the terrors
it may unleash tomorrow.
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