I fell asleep with doo-wops

dangling on my tongue

and background noises hummed

help me make it through the night.

In dreams emotions flowed

upstream, not down

as though purpose had finally found

a comfy spot to curl into.

Swimming back I discovered the nuances

of culture and so called pop music

bubblegum wrappers scattered all  about

thankful I located doo-wop

to tuck me in this night.

No, none of this makes any sense

nor shall I ask for forgiveness

it comes out in this form and remains

like strings attached to an instrument

my fingers find on occasion to unwind

but you may never hear.

burn baby burn

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