Poetry / it starts and ends with music (Analysis)
I wake
to crisp-edged cereal and morning squintings
eyes don’t open fully
it hurts, make the light run away.
I consume
and promptly fall back into the lull
that I was so rudely shaken from.
then the beeping squeals in my ear.
ten-minute-dash
my lens fluid burns away the sleep
(where the hell is my sweatshirt)
(why can’t I ever find socks)
grab dirty ones, shoes too
time to fly.
In the car
I block the gross talk radio
(can’t stand this for a twenty-minute eternity)
ears snug themselves into the musicphones
sitting in total isolation,
I slide into the void.
eyes trace over the landscape
which flits by in a victory march
(filmesque, I’ve always thought)
wordsong clings and molds to what I see
attaches itself, so that soon
every familiar face
has a tune to match.
one constant keeps up with me
that ball of bouncing brilliance
follows me there.
Morning has no substance
I’m force-fed cardboard creations
of in-the-box plain-tasting fact.
(popsicle sticks)
structure materializes through rows
and rows and rows of ceaseless
where-to-sit tellings.
(let me settle on the floor for once)
Inescapable
my cries to flee muffled
by the administration’s thunderous clasp
my epiphanies that often fly higher
are stifled, saved only by notebook page later
(get me away from here, I’m dying)
Clock countings-down
I fly to eat again
(is it a soft or sharp day?)
(shouting or mumbling?)
silence reverberating from my speech
is always dependent upon the day’s knack
(it’s defined by the minuscule matters)
I laugh and munch and stare at you
and sometimes we beeline by ourselves
out of doors, just with you, the words tumble easily
(glee skips and weaves itself
into my thoughts for the next hour or so)
Without fail
the incurable insomniac makes herself known.
twelve o’ clock laundry floats and dryers whir
Liquid relaxation in the dead of night
eyes a mess
I drink in the technological glow
yet as it fades to a stop
familiar tunes flow through the musicphones
familiar faces in my magnifying glass mind
hushtime.
it starts and ends
with music.
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I think that you did good when writing this. It is a good creation and expression. I think though that it could have more power if it were less chaotic and more flowing. I also have troubles in my writing with flowing and letting the words just smoothly roll out into their places.
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