Close your eyes and spin.
The swimminess of poetry,
letters loosed, swallowed with glee,
dissolve with each turn. Unpin
thought and let it go. The din
of the daily erases with velocity.
Close your eyes and spin
the swimminess of poetry.
Pop and static, you’re the song in
heavy rotation, a dark ocean of free
forgotten foreverness. You can’t un-be?
Oh, here you can. Ha, ha! A win
to close your eyes and spin
the swimminess of poetry.
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1 comment:
"You're the song in heavy rotation," is so, so good! Wow.
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