The Process of Killing a New Favorite Song

and so you’ve stumbled upon a new tune, a new beat, a new assemblage of lyrics & distorted guitar, beat & lyrics, twang & acoustic guitar all meshed together & you cannot get enough of it. at first you hear it somewhere that you had not planned, be it on the radio, the television, at a friend’s house, or any number of the ways in which people can consume music via the net these days, legally or illegally--- all the same, you now hold the song in your possession, so to speak, downloaded somewhere in your presence, pc, pod or phone, or maybe if you can still find it, burned by that laser onto those fossils that are called, um, compact discs. the melody, the riff, the hook, buries itself within your brain just behind your retinas & it stirs, it dances as you agree in kind to memorize the lyrics & encrypt the rest inside the walls of your skull, tattooed on your heart, flowing within the veins of your body beating like the heart throbbing like an ****** electrified like some unlucky wanderer who got stuck in an open field in the middle of a lightening storm. but you take it with you on the train you take it into work you listen to it on your lunch break you listen to it walking home you listen to it fixing dinner you listen to it during dinner you tap the vein & shoot tap the vein again & shoot drive the needle in drive the needle in drive the needle in again cranking the volume more than the last time like a junkie whose high is dwindling like a whore/john who just can’t feel anything anymore like a soldier/cop who no longer cringes at the sight of gore produced by a violent kill. desensitized & lost alone in a room with a melody that no longer means anything--- closing your eyes & staring down within at the death of a song you only just stumbled upon a few days ago.