The Raw New

Lately I've been listening to Bach again--
it calms me down and makes me steady
for the onslaught of day and light.
Then -- a little later -- I get metal
and drop a dime on a chrome cap
with lightning bolts of electric shit,
but that's just for kicks. I kick around
solid cubes of air & then I move along,
I suppose, but not before the blankness sets in.
One day the field gets scorched while
some kids play in a green lawn two
houses down, then it's speakers in
the window, loud love and I'll
just be all greasy and older zipping
into the raw new.