Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted April 10, 2013 | Chapters: | ...22 23 -24- 25... |
time to unplug - find what's real
A chapter in the book All Those Puzzling Pieces
The Music She Skips To
by visionary1234
Am I alone in this drone of a world that needs to unplug? hear me, hug me, look me in the eye! wake up, shake up, half-baked everywhere I walk drugged out bugged out ear-budded vibrating resonating detonating beat so loud it’ll crap-zap the brain-waves flat!
and people wonder why no one talks to them?
HELLOOO! IS ANYBODY THERE?
Today, on the way to pick up my son from his fun super-plugged computer-hugging school I roll down my car window tiredly, in over-drive - I’m decidedly pissy at the hissy-fitted world in general, and I need some sun and wind to revive me to remind me of something … real
And here she is bobbing along the sidewalk nothing “budding” from her ears smiling, skipping a little – but, what’s that she’s holding up to her mouth? not a phone, please not a phone -
her eyes catch mine fine eyes, alive and she holds up to her mouth – nothing but a sweet stalk of fresh juicy spring grass
and the music she skips to is her own |
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