the famed sound of certain songs remind us/
that we found a love so pure/ that our hearts will go on/ forever
& ironically/ the need of bigger boats remind us/
that there’s danger/
w/ just two opening notes & equally open waters.
that the sound of a whole new world
wasn’t intended for the princess/ to dare not close her eyes
or running through philadelphia
w/ sweatpants to be a keith haring vetruvian man/
atop a set of stone steps
then there’s the song that is so fucking beautiful.
we hear it/ &think of genetically modified monsters
all/ from sixty five million years ago.
what song is mine/ my beloved/
what song is so synonomous w/ the way i am
that just by hearing it/ we can intuitively know/
i am equal parts pineapple grenade & honeysuckle
lack of follow through & vanillian kindness
peace treaties & palms of sweat pennies
failures to launch & pomade/
what song is that/ that you hum along to
knowing there’s incompetence &
self sabotage/ & a little bit magic
that i happen to sound like.
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Harder to get into, but when read again, I understand. No one is what they seem. We are all fakers. But have magic too running through our veins.