Here's a rough, scratchy attempt
stuck in my psyche, you are,
with your fizz and your fuzz
and your post rocket blast buzz
sounds, sound structurally,
noise, oh you entity,
you, you melted butter!
sweet as apple pie
capturing the sky
in a little
black
box
.
boy,
i see you
see you still, with
your hands on the wheel,
one for me, which i steal,
noise, oh these visions of thee,
these sights that echo repeatedly.