"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Singing With You.

My heart,
lodged in my chest,
is zipping around
like a hummingbird
on steroids.
So in sync,
with the way everything was,
like a rapper
spitting up words
to his own beat.
Am I singing
out of key?

- - -

I have all of these fragmented ideas just crashing around in my head. I can't keep anything straight right now. It took a lot of effort to forge this little piece, because tangible, relatable ideas are not coming together for me. Like, a hummingbird and a RAPPER? Those two objects are so obviously related! *sarcasm*

1 comment:

  1. Juice Box, Thanks for being a follower. Really like your stuff. I am in my fifties now. Wish I could have written like you when I was your age. You've got nearly a whole life ahead of you: always create


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."