some day's i hear music
in the grinding of gears
the purring of motors
supersonic whistling of jet engines
today i sang a love song with my microwave
three months ago i carried a duet with a lawnmower
for two cat's engaging in rough sex
on a unkept
dry yellow
lawn
sometimes my car's serpentine belt
screeches out operatic like melodies
when my air conditioning unit is engaged;
sometimes other car's on the freeway oblige
and join in on this chorus of Good Vibration's
i harmonize with the world
as if it were my band mate(s)
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