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.