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You have one headphone in the left, the radio in the right as a stranger drives measures in clefts of night. Kiss him how your feet kiss sand or a soloist breaks off from the band until the pianist beckons him back, tuning deft fingers to a single track. Open your ears to sound’s wordless talk, beats in a measure a half-step off. Blue’s lips tactless, ******* you down, Blue’s lips fastening ankles to ground. Then sudden and brace; a rock in the road, an anchor thrown as you're caught between verses and words you don’t know. Then sudden, the break; pianist's mistake. Notes shift under toe as the ocean lets go.
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May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
The Restless, the Shore
You have one headphone in the left, the radio in the right as a stranger drives measures in clefts of night. Kiss him how your feet kiss sand or a soloist breaks off from the band until the pianist beckons him back, tuning deft fingers to a single track. Open your ears to sound’s wordless talk, beats in a measure a half-step off. Blue’s lips tactless, ******* you down, Blue’s lips fastening ankles to ground. Then sudden and brace; a rock in the road, an anchor thrown as you're caught between verses and words you don’t know. Then sudden, the break; pianist's mistake. Notes shift under toe as the ocean lets go.
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23/USA
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
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