Desert Bass
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The fat, pumping bass permeates the soul
As the acid loops writhe their way around the mind
A desert floor in ecstasy
The dancers ashimmer with the cool blow of the wind

The bass gets funky
Acid turns to breaks
The riverbed starts jumping
Limbs snap around like twigs

Music drives through the body to the bottom of your feet
What is this frequency approaching?
The hills reverberate in shaky anticipation
The bodies look to the stars and weep

The moon puts the night to sleep
The sun mixes itself into the beat
As twilight falls across the drummed up sand,
Hands fly up in the Mojave heat

This isn’t over yet.





Unpublished work © 2002 Gary Peck. This work is licensed under the
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