basment music room ideas

the six of them

i am slightly nervous
about the strings

it is what i am

it is tired
seeking
searching
waiting
and done
wondering when the next train comes
all this same is nothing different
and in my head something is hurt

brain pain

i really did it this time
tumble bumble toil and stumble
down down i go
remembering nothing
causing a ruckus
havoc
flashing lights and sirens
one could imagine
and now?
i'm a bit dumber
and sore
put in my place
faced with a darkness
i can't quite put my finger on the pulse of it all

grab ass

sounds of the razor
untamed excitement
a need to be brass
loud
seen
heard and dealt with
waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting
always i'm living for the future
until the present grabs me by the balls and shakes me around
and says "you're here! here you are! there's nothing and no one and nowhere else!"

i want it

chair for hot tub deck

Sometimes, even the most real things,
a photograph you remember taking,
can begin to seem
like only a dream