day and night
and afternoon and evening
and day and night
Til a radio is turned on
turned up or
CD’s spin awesome music of
Louis Armstrong
Peggy Lee or
any old song that
blocks
reshapes
shuts down
the musical memory loop-de-looping
from one ear
taking a roller coaster
through coiling grey matter
to the other ear
and back again
for days and days on end until
I have written this poem
before I lose all focus on the rest of today!
“Music rots when it gets too far from the dance.
Poetry atrophies when it gets too far from music.”
~ Ezra Pound
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