A four-stanza beat/Dada descent into Buzz Drainpipe’s second silence
I. Alley Psalm (Wet Paper Blues)
Buzz walks with a cassette like it’s a confession—
rain buzzes neon Morse code:
skull signs, shop ghosts, wet chrome streets that moan.
Every step drips with bootleg philosophy,
a flyer nailed to memory’s jawbone.
Side B begins when Side A betrays you.
II. Oppe Door / Always Open / Never Seen
A store open but never visited,
dust on the air like static thoughts.
Chairs rearranged by invisible customers.
Buzz doesn’t knock—he absorbs.
Light inside flickers Morse:
"Welcome, disciple of the warped needle."
III. Vinyl Séance with Furniture Witnesses
Spin the wax, let the notes melt.
Buzz slouches into himself—
surrounded by framed warnings and wall saints who scream quietly.
Sound smoke rises. Grooves twitch.
The record sweats.
The couch leans in. The lamp nods along.
IV. What Came for the Listener
Behind the groove comes the thing.
Not a song—the song—
big as fear, hollow as applause.
Buzz turns.
The God of Skulls smiles, all jaw, no eyes.
Music was the summoning.
You were the track.
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