the last piece of pop
by m lewis redford
I can have an insight
during meditation
(during anytime)
shoulders relax
I can breathe out deeper
I can smile with my ears
but if I collect to recreate the insight
‘I like this, this is the way to be’
next session next breath
my shoulders develop an epicenter with my neck
I breathe in and out in the rock pools and shallows
and I grit my teeth trying to stop playing the last piece of pop I heard on the
radio which I never liked in the first place but the ringing guitars and the
chorus refrain just keep skipping and repeating without fade
breathing wormhole: 0.42
thinking wormhole: here is a / whiney accumulation of / wisdom
This is exactly why I got rid of my TV and radio. The intrusive noise was too much, and that’s after they were turned off.
oh, yes … decades on; I notice how my kids, who are in their twenties, hum and whistle tunes which were charting before they were born; where do they get them from …?
this will annoy you: ‘you ain’t seen nothing yet …’ bha bhown‘b- b- b- baby, you just …’ sorry