Something Else

The rain sounds out the road, into the windy streets,
The cosmos of walking.

That’s why there are stars,
Over and over, love is something else.

The last we will hear of each other are the decibels
Of the sun.

Till then,
Life is the square of moon over tree,

A squint, a DIY cassette,

A messy aim, a stupefied grin, and perfection.



*An older poem I felt needed some tweaking and another look.

13 thoughts on “Something Else

  1. I’m inspired by this to, no matter what, go for it, in whatever I have to do, that “squint, a DIY cassette” and screw it, so what if it’s messy, it’s perfectly messy. I’m glad you brought this poem back to life.

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