Adjusting my Settings
I tweak all my settings with satisfied glee,
The knobs and the wiring plethoric,
Bright modulation to stop misery—
From hopelessly spent to euphoric!
I have a big button that says I want out;
It turns down the volume of hate,
A bleeper that bleeps, so I don’t scream and shout,
When bitterness makes me irate.
I have copper wiring that goes to the amp,
It plays out the tune in my soul,
Revealing my spirit, my innermost lamp,
My grace or my loss of control.
I also have phasers that drown out my hurt,
With feedback and resonance loud,
When oft I feel lonely or kicked in the dirt,
I shelter in sounds like a shroud.
I use the vibration to voice protestation,
Exclaiming my demons or love,
Sometimes I’m gloomy in sad lamentation,
And other times sweet as a dove.
I plug myself into the echoing box,
And hear myself booming through time,
A magnified ticking, like pendulous clocks,
Hypnotised here in the rhyme.
I stand fascinated with notes oscillated,
Much like the grey dolphin’s bright click,
Sonorous glitches pronounced unabated,
In ocean depths sounding so slick.
I have a contraption that helps me find traction,
When off in the aethers I fly,
When dreaming I’m beaming and freed from inaction,
But if I stay lost then I die.
I like playing concerts in discordant noise,
The overtones perilous weird,
Cacophonous whirring, like broken down toys,
Until all my angst is well cleared.
I manage my settings with moderate skill,
For surely I’m loosed into hell,
This aural array gives my whimsy a thrill—
It’s my scheme to approximate “well”.
AD Lovkis, 21/08/25
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