my head

plays a song on repeat.

one i don't want to listen to

but the rhythm gives me groove a momentum

i can’t predict to you,

how it shaped the world

i thought i knew.

an ache, i can’t lose

or one i don't quite want to.

it's the closest thing i have

to dancing with the blues.

i want to shake so bad

the habit

the rotation.

in an empty land

thoughts created nations.

given themselves vitality

a sense of morality

in the middle of the storm

they handcrafted

x

This poem is a part of my poetry collection “don’t look for your own head” available online at amazon, barnes & nobles and indigo.