Walking home
Whistling a tune
I pulled a flower
To look into
What I had always
Wanted to
And there beyond
What I could explain
Sat a curious Chipmunk
Who whispered to me
A secret song
I had known
For very long
Which made me think
I had to look
Deep within
Many more flowers.
Tag: tune
Slow Tune or Jangle (day 2481)
I’m going to split myself into unending characters
That rasp along to a slow tune or jangle
Waiting for a sunset slip – in to make me better
I said carry me away!
With something dragging behind I needn’t care for
Lurching, weaving, my staggered step keeps leaving
Why did it ever matter that this meaning had punctuation
Drawling leftover party pleaser at midnight
Taken too much sugar glitter!
And Madonna playing quietly as gamblers swing their weight
With a pretty little dancer making eyes across the room
I am endeavoring to depart, avoiding unnecessary chatter
Closing out this night as a single dusty platter.
Cried Wolf (day 1563)
My undocked pride scraped noisily
Along an upturned desk;
Persophony had come down low
To loiter around a summer pool.
A loud memory cried wolf
As the phone chimed a familiar tune;
Prometheus at last
Wrangled to the bone.
Deadly as a fool to begin,
My yearning wasn’t a sin;
Lashed out with sharp teeth
– Crying, Demeter’s subtlest revenge.
Choir and Heart (day 1373)
Open your heart
And I shall remain in tune
As if high notes were my lifeline
Screamed out upon peaks of high.
Bring forth such fury,
Where all movement remains
Locked hand in hand
With a long winded choir.
Pulsating Crimson (day 683)
Destruction pulls at my madness
With steam whistles and ten year old phone books
Pages loved so much they’re retreating
While the tune of rapidly moving music
Pulsates a crimson so pure my eyes turn bold
I pour myself a glass of that ruby no label
Found deep within the dusty shelves
Of fathers favorite medicine cabinet
Sit down on the ol’ family rocking lounger
And fixate on the blinking screen
Laughing defeat into my already raging desire