After
all these years
That
anti-materialistic tune
Still
holds me
With
its minimalism
And
unexpected harmonies
I
know I’m not alone
In
being caught up
With
this love affair
Which
hit me instantly
On
first listening
Britney
by way of eno
A
sonic landscape
You
could throw a rock through
And
not hit anything
Except
an old 808
That
someone forgot to
Turn
off
Left
to grind its gears
Behind
finger snaps
And
who knows
What
else
That
was left behind
In
that deserted alley
