Come on now,
Writing in circles isn’t nearly so hard as you think;
Just bounce up and back around (You’ve always loved trampolines)
The music blaring at your side
The faithful view outside your window
(Hydro-poles and trees and TV antennas black
In a suburban silhouette against
An unusually smog-free twilight)
Bas(s)ic undertones lined with metallic edges
Singing sweetly to your eyes
And purple clouds
― The perfect pillow!
The dog snores contentedly
Discovering a mysterious smile of a moon
(Tastes richly of water and non-existent melon bubblegum)
Melting into yet another voice;
One by one, streetlights waking up,
Yawning into tiny
Fluorescent sunsets
Poised for hours (wanting to dance)
Tickling your peripheral vision;
Instant messages dominating your being
With guitar strums,
Much more than eleven notes,
(Completely ignoring conventionalities)
Black and white notebooks
Eating your mind
(Others can only hack away)
Singing painfully off-key;
Green walls reflecting
Rhythmic patterns
And crumpled jeans on the floor,
Blinds pointlessly open
An attempt at achieving depth you justify
(When the real question is where is that sock?)
Thinking of no one
No one?
Ha ha… “no one”
With laptops closed;
A bedroom door open
It’s dark
(Exceptional soprano)
Dancing
Purple fuzzy slippers!
Against a framed picture of warmth
It’s currently twenty-four degrees
(Thank you Galileo.)
Airplanes glitter by, enormous fish,
The hundreds of people
A hollow melody
(Turn it up louder)
Satisfactory bass
(How many decibels?)
Can’t hear you!
(But would you look at that beautiful smile?)
Picked up with the beach glass the fish found
Tossed up into the moon
(Bleached, no doubt)
Piano echoes electrically glow with that smile,
With white keys
(White desk
Black pen
Black and white snoring dog)
Eyes closed and view obstructed
Still hearing
(Pretending not to)
Outside your window
Streetlights flicker,
Bouncing until some sort of yellowish-greenish-pinkish-grey
(A bubble of dawn)
Removes eraser specks from the page.