Annar in the Inbetweens

Still nights like these,
when the howling of the wind and of the dogs and of the broken fan up
there, there, there
make the eerie sounds of cheap post-rock and looping tracks
that sit ontop of looping tracks
             because insanity drives you in despair
             for overlapping chords
sound like different worlds
you swear, swear, swear you’ve heard before.
3am, it’s 3am, and everything you thought was dormant
is sitting up and gawking, touching your face
among the shitty post-rock and barking, howling dogs.
things have things to say.