A twitch of the toes, A pop of the lips, A flick of an eyelid: I watch as electricity sleeps.
‘Hey there, Mr Conductor. Y’know I can’t resist you.’
Sunday schmaltz - sorry. Soap suds and rubber gloves have that effect. My right hand is wielding a *** scrubber but my brain thinks it’s holding a pen. Let’s call this dishwater doggerel and be done with it. :)
It's always in the mornings when it happens Sometimes it's not extraordinarily and sometimes it is Rolling onto your back and stretching before you can fully open your eyes seems to bring it on What is it...? And Why do your toes point whilst it occurs?
The world on call-wait, Taps its toes and sings along, ‘How deep is your love?’
‘Not every musician should be obligated to reassure us that we are not zombies.’ - Joseph Lanza, Elevator Music: A Surreal History of Muzak, Easy-Listening, and Other Moodsong; Revised and Expanded Edition