Driving While Listening To My Bloody Valentine Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

1. Around the time there was boys, there was My Bloody Valentine
listening to them in my mother's car with sister Claire
and going to the boulevard of sparkling trees
further even
and it has them blowing a kiss on their guitar
and diamonding other chords

strange, beautiful chords
with unusual pedals
they spin their notes
they sink into the heart
never forgetting the noises
always remembering the cooing
the dream-life
always referential
fuzz me out tonight

2.

Trees magically alight
we're strapped in for one of the nights of our lives
Tension and a buzz begins
guitar pedaled pink noise
my mother, my sister in unison with me
take the next left, make it pan that way
delicate fragments over-layed and over-layed
the trees are all alight
their branch curtails us
vibrating hum and we are swirls of magic
and we pulsate to the exploding star
telepathic night time
we feel the same things at the same time:
we alight ourselves sparks of music open themselves
dreaming out loud, we fuzz the the night

3. Sunk in blur
swimming in feedback
Claire and Mum have open hearts
droning kissed rhythms
celebrate the oxygen in our lungs
love blossoms from our collective souls
a delay pedal stretches the moment
city lights open the air it's filled with sonic
we see it go past us and measure it against the violet night
supernova guitar awesomeness
a rose metal string looped and looped
I waited my whole life to feel this warm
Guitars that sound like vocals ebbing back and forth
Dream it and it wakes you in the morning evaporating into its lightness