Writing Practice, May 19 2015
Wet flecks of sweat and water. Bodies brushing and pushing, arms, feet stomping on feet, on crushed cans, on the cement floor of the earth. Muscles work, calories burned, cell phones dropped and smashed, memories lost, hopefully backed up. Feet hurt because they’re old. Hands feel like lightning turned cold. Hopefully the grid holds. Signing up has advantages. Darkness, then light, then new rainbows of color, so quick a camera loses it. How do they do that with the beat and the lights? Technology, they would think, if they thought about it. Technology. That, and rock and roll. You gotta have rock and roll.