Versification poem Rhyme Clarice Kies

Trope - Analogy May 16, 2017

Sub-genre Ballad Workshop 5
Scheme Congeries

Music Is Better Than Words

So says the song pounding me in the head
like an air-track drill,
jamming in construction.
Asphalt spreads in my brain.
Too much like being overfed,
a dysfunctional consumption:
minty banana ice cream,
pan-seared Mahi Mahi,
sesame ginger edamame,
day-old pepperoni and pineapple pizza,
with red velvet Oreos.

The night must be right:

the right time to lose my mind.
The moon lingers overhead
pulling me further out of my body,
my one-track mind;
Im going mad.