so you didn’t like the radio electric
guitar sound waved into your ear
so you reached to change the dial
i’d so carefully on stationed off static
kid brother let me speak
with the voice of inexperience
the car follows the eye
across white lines and lanes of frequency
becomes the drum that drums
a tempo on a drummer made of pavement
so you didn’t like the radio electric
About Me
I have a day.

Leave a reply to Anonymous Cancel reply