Day 2: A poem based on the song that was #1 on the day you were born
The song for 7/23/87 is not giving me anything, so for today, I'm pretending I was born in 1986...WAY better. The song is linked below.
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Muscles
bunching breaking twisting tiring
and the lift:
straight up
to the sky.
A beat
starts with the quiet murmur of
synthetics,
burns loud
and jealous.
Realize
breathing is far more difficult
when she
rests upon
your lungs.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Peter Gabriel, Sledgehammer
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