shark fighting band vs. street fighting man

these men have a channel
one channel.
one room one night only
one one hundred square foot box energy.

these men travel. these men
have a channel.
more than a tune, a ritual
more than a noise, a rite.

the rest of us have unison.
the insecure are gone
but the rest of us cannot
touch the fire.

these men travel. these men
have a channel. more
than a tune, a ritual. more
than a noise, a rite.

admiration of focus
turns to lens and burns us
jealous. we exit pointless.
clutching sweaty setlist.

we walk, not travel. we
do not have a channel. we
do, but it is brutal disunion. it
is to draw back the fist and knife.