Radio

my radio is quiet.

last

the devil’s last laugh.

ellipses

forever unfinished …

melody

the neighborhood’s melody plays long after i have gone.

palette

i’m no longer 12, now 17, and i finally feel like i’m truly fine.

unexpected

unexpected love blooms rapidly.

piano

the piano lingers in hallowed halls.

strings

violin strings sings the arrival of impending doom.

party

faces bright with the sunblinding with radiancepop and streamers and the cakesunder golden lightdrinking cool champagnebeneath a spinning disco ballthe beat of the music flowsinto your veinspop and fizz in your blood,smooth and cool,you slide onto the dance floor i’ve realized i’m horrible at writing light-hearted poems. it took me a long time to write

dancing

pounding through our veinsas our feet tap and heads boband our arms swirl in the airour bodies twisting and turningto the music gracing the airgiving us a rush of endorphinswith matching smiles tuggingat our chapped lipsas we dance and danceas the night grows olderand the music grows younger.