pinch-dose is
baffling
as free jazz:
all melody
and desperate rhythm
without
the assimilative
grounding
of chords;
in aggregate,
you're positioned
in the nosebleeds
of a stadium
whose girders
and trusses groan
and strain
beneath the weight
of an oversold
audience, somehow
stomping
and singing
their own
private anthems
in disconcerting
sync.
