Mystic percussive
sounds drifting
as
bare hands
pound the tabla

increasing rapidly
with reckless abandon
the triumphant frenzy
signifies
a jubilant freedom

Dancing on the rim

skating on thin ice

roll the dice

try not to fall in



I can feel

the surface tension

as I make a cursory

pass by your

inner being



in turn

I become

a slave

to the

event horizon



that bonds

us

in heart

and mind

in a perfect

sphere



© 2011 The Analog Kid

At times

oceans of memories

flood my steadfast

moorings




yet still...




my soul

is in hiding

as the undertow

of the day's

reality




pulls me under

and pummels

my senses

leaving shreds




to be mended

at a later

time

and place

I stop a moment
to pause
on the cusp of the new year

this is when
I empty the drawers
to make them ready
to accept new items

remembering again
that if **** came out
then **** went in

what's next
is just
out of sight ahead
as remnants of dated
songs drift through my head

Even though
I don't want to
I still do
need you

in my life
and I know
your sweet harmony
won't let me be free

if
I choose to
resign
myself
it's about my liberty

I don't want
to love you
but I still do