sentences reminiscent of
drew danburry song titles:
irrelevant but poetry of
its own. long-winded speeches
with nervous tics tics tocks
tocks from the clocks clocks
a-here and a-there it goes
down the road watch it run from
me from my toes atop the
asphalt, it slides beneath the
wheels glides beneath the
pencil upon my paper between
my fingertips writing words
letters numbers and the music
notes that just the previous
day fell from my eyes, unlike
teardrops because they found ways
to dance across my cheeks and
leave messages of vibrance and
EFFERVESCENCE and it was a
dance party on the bridge of
my nose, dance party being my
phrase of the day today. it
ties all in together given the
chance, no matter its irrelevancy.