she's more likely to stay in her narrow place,
accompanied only by the sun at the day
and moon at night
one day i heard she swore herself, she said;
'solitude is a best friend of mine'
she set herself as a closed-book to everything but herself

let the sound of the music
drown out the check engine light
as your pulse beats to the drums

and in a second
he became every
poetry that lives
in my mind