total rough draft, response to musics!
second piece:
tom waits cover of hi ho
prison. she walks past inmates in stilettos. th eir tinny radio music bends and blurs as she walks. strange screams from distant, belowground maybe. dingy walls the color of phlegm, the floor made of scuffs and stains. she swears the bars of the inmates cells are chewed in some places.
the thumping of the manic inmates who tap or shake or bufds their world, the tiny window like a mirage of oasis in the desert. growly, deep voices emanate from someplace below the stomach. their voices strained through years of smoking, poured in syrup, call out to her as she passes. in the striped shadows of inmates breaking cement, she sees what she needs.
third piece:
final fantasy -- arcade fire spinoff better than worse
it's dark out, and they can't see each other as more than lumps, but they hear the guitar as if it were right next to them. one voice, alone in the dark, strumming and singing. his voice like the stick holding up the blanket fort of darkness. then it is as if they are all children again, asking for a back rub, a lullaby, some water. he likes being needed, likes the quiet calm of complete content.
above, the stars shine what light they can, the best of audiences.
the ground sweats for him. becomes cold and damp, but he plays on, taking his melodies from crickets, the rustle of small animals in the poplar trees.
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