Monday, June 6, 2011

morning drive.
take me to a park.
in this shell
this body, full (soft) metal jacket.
LOUD MUSIC THAT'S JUST MINE, AND WHATEVER I WANT IT TO BE.
music's just noise unless you're alone,
as he said.
this: experience
one of existing
small/
and/
honestly/
and/
abundantly/
and/
vibrantly./
Inside.
world wheeling, hemming and hawing outside of me:
morning joggers
bounce their flesh/
in/
vaporous morning air/
and think about their children/
future and current./
the begging 'ness' of the rest of the day,
hair wraps itself/
married to the breeze/
in sinuous tendriline straps/
of black/
linger about my arms/
kiss my face./
Turn fast and hold.
take me away from everything I know I should be doing, morning drive.


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1 comment:

Marge Bjork said...

mornings. full of personal magic.