Another House
This novel…
We’ve been writing
Over these many years,
It seems maybe more like
A collection
Of disparate stories,
Playing a soundtrack
Yours and mine –
The music,
Not the voice,
We just hit a groove
Wicked and smooth,
Winning –
Ah, loose like tigers
Jungle bait,
Antelopes far-fetched,
Can you make
The lesson
Stick like darts
On the dress, never
Worn, given out
With drinks
Not ours to consume.
Still, I know,
Some assume,
Illusions dispelled
Yet and soon,
Together forever
In miles set apart
Known, each
And ever
By heart.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
This bit of riff is brought to you by listening to VooDoo Lounge, courtesy of The Rolling Stones.
Prompt: What music do you create with? Turn it up, LOUD! Find yours.
Stranger and not, the things that happen when I sit in the dark.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
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