rapid prose poem 39
Can a princess dog understand boards of canada? The beats and samples and creep melodies go in and out ignored and ununderstood. Under my house sitted bed someone else’s dog sleeps under the pulled sheets fitted to my side face blocking street lamps still standing through the wind. Wind down your night with these playlists maybe another time when my mood doesn’t want hungry howie’s pizza and the handsome family top tracks. Sometimes I can’t do anything else but listen like listening to the basketball game even with ear buds in and an art podcast playing. “1969 in the sunshine” is a sample but I’d put money down that it wasn’t planned that way. Maybe I should plan on everything I make getting sampled for intelligent dance music that takes on some uncomprehensible form in a couple hundred years by post-climate-change-boards-of-canada.