
Isn’t it amazing
Beautiful harmonies
Left and Right can make?
Playing different roles
Tapping different keys
In concert creating songs.
Your music wouldn’t be as rich
Feeling unbalanced
If one side were excluded.
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Isn’t it amazing
Beautiful harmonies
Left and Right can make?
Playing different roles
Tapping different keys
In concert creating songs.
Your music wouldn’t be as rich
Feeling unbalanced
If one side were excluded.
Check out my other poems here.
In hindsight, what would you do. This poem explores what I would do differently.
TikTok tough talk, no time for pause.Flash-cut edits for raucous applause.Debate framed as discourse, staged as sportfor dopamine hits and tribal report. One click, you’re king in an arena of rage.Swipe-right takes on a digital stage.Shapiro spins folly in a smug refrain.Jubilee face-offs for viral fame.Empathy’s lost on a portable screen.Truth dissolves in a rage-bait…
Keep listening [to] music
Kind, loyal man
Kills living monsters
How can I move past the tears and fears built over the yearsBeginning so small yet growing to out of controlAbnormalities? The number on my hotel key unceashes dread buried deep within my soulHow can I sleep on this floor regardless of fecklessHospitalities? Picking up shattered and scattered mirror shards under a leaning ladder circled…
Thirty days. Thirty dragging days. Plus one. One extra dragged-out day. Thirty one dragging days.
Temperatures will tumble, shift paint into snow, making morning commute, slippery and slow.