at a ninja concert
in an old ice tunnel,
where the musician
is in the market
for a harpsichord.
it must suck to suck,
and everyone sucks
from time to time,
but Lancelot Washington
is the professor here.
I was dragged
from couch to Rebel Scooter
and then made to pay a ten dollar cover
to listen to covers (or rip-offs)
of Animal Collective songs.
the possibility of nights
is what keeps me going,
because who knows
I could find inspiration
or fall in love or learn something.