60 watts

I keep this dirty old room lit.
My 60 watts are outnumbered.
There is no end to particles of dust.

I am turned on.
So is his guitar amp.
Hey amp, check me out, I’m hot!

Wait, he can’t hear me.
What if I try morse?

Blink, flash.

Hey, Mr. Guitar player, you’re in the way!
Is my ampie blinking back?
Yes, oh yes!

Stop it! Don’t turn him off.

Why are you holding your guitar like that?
Hey, you’ll hit the ceiling!
Or…

Blink, crash.