..
’Cuz I’m about to go out fightin’,
go out writin’ somethin’
that just might stick.
Play me some blues,
some funk,
some rattled junk –
and all that jazz.
Play me for a
fool, school me
in the ways of
wine, and song.
Let’s play that crazy
………..moon
like a banjo with our
own heart strings.
Let’s sing the way
we used to, with
our whole raw
selves.
Let’s shout our
names
(the secret ones)
into this cobalt sky. Let’s
crown ourselves in clouds
and wayward trees.
………You play kazoo.
I’ll praise this breeze.
..
NovPAD, day 16.
I love this! Keep on singing’.
I’ll shout out secret names. All in fun & games:)
I’m crazy over the second stanza.