this night
by newSkinjoy98
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-06-21 23:04:00
so slick low the music
the sway of the tempos
lovely songs played note
by
note
by
note
i’m feeling alive
an electrical surge
a mind boggled sonnet
the nerve thermometer
is hitting red
and i wonder:
just what are directions?
is there a left? a right?
a forwards? a backwards?
who is really in the know?