Meme

[beccastareyes]

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.


"A sticky summers' day in Shepherdstown"

Let's get down to business,
lonely soldier, go home.

Hello, Mister Zebra,
I have often told you stories.
Night, lift up the shades,
She holds the fool's gold.

When you come from a solid foundation,
We're walking in the air.
Read between smoking silhouettes,
hands touch, eyes meet.

How can I repay you, brother mine?
And we stare each other down,
Morning smiles
How the hell did we wind up like this?

Build a fire a thousand miles away,
The ice is thin, come on, dive in.
I wish I had an angel.
Stop.

I am walking the path,
welcome to the planet.