A Dada Beat accompaniment to the 4-panel hymn of silence
I. Cassette Ritual / Lamp of the Apostate
Rain grinds the gutter like jazz teeth on bone,
Buzz holds the relic—GNARL—plastic wafer,
Sacrament of hiss, hiss, hiss—
A mixtape for prophets, rats, and fallen DJs.
Streetlight blinks Morse for “repent,”
But the trenchcoat absorbs commandments like gin.
II. Playback Séance / Ziggurat of Sound
Magnetic spool uncoils like a mad priest’s tongue.
No words, just fizzing ideograms—
ZAP ZAP WHOMP WHOMP—Buzz kneels
Before the altar of wow and flutter.
The room vibrates with lost gigs and haunted reverb.
Time hiccups. The needle jumps grooves unseen.
III. Visions of the Gnarl Host / Static Gospel
Her eyes are mascara whirlpools.
His head is fire and feedback.
The television smiles teeth of white noise.
Buzz sees them. Buzz is them.
All Friday saints convene beneath a crimson fog,
And declare: “There is no music but noise unburied.”
IV. The Walkaway / Echo Rats Lament
No ending, just footsteps in slush made of tape hiss.
The radio bleeds smoke, the rat reads the flyer,
The flyer reads you.
Buzz walks backward into the future wearing the past.
No gods. Only riffs.
And the beat, still gnawing, never dies.
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