Tag: words

song

Are you listening? Really listening?

I don’t believe you hear me singing.

The song and words are from my youth,

my Rosetta stone, unlocking me.

Desperate screams from disparate voices.

Melodies, trances; sight lost to hypnosis.

Answers to harmonies yet asked, while

choruses echo, three sentences passed.

Sing aloud in bathrooms and sewers.

Conjoin reality to fantastical rumors.

This is my opus, loud and long, listening

to the composer, my master, a song

begin

Jumping from the bank into the river

near where we all lived

Summer days, humid, stifling,

finding the only respite around

Taking turns diving in

while the rest watched excitedly

Sparing a few seconds to appreciate birds

crossing high from one treetop to the other

The soft whisper of wind seemed to speak to us

and approve of our folly

Those days were the launch of our lives,

reserved to daring, juvenile to adult

Auspicious and untethering

survive

Pulsing through each corner and curve

flowing into everythere simultaneously.

Pushing outward

unending for a time,

to the tips of my fingers, tingling and humming.

Speaking in my brain and humming at my ears,

determined essence, hemoglobin carriage,

rising to fill in an autonomic tumescence,

subterranean,

reptilian,

with a fallacious but firm resolution,

seeking only propagation and continuation

of these, and solely these, corpuscles