Drag Me Poem

Drag Me Poem

You drag me to this box again

as if there is water in this well

I look at my hands

my palms

I remember the color of the young

Elvis in the video tonight,

like a Monet painting he sang for me

from the past.

Is this the past and you are some


studying unknown folk poets

of ,

what century is this?

I get them mixed up.

It’s the

universe explosions

every 28 billion years.

They take the ears out,

and a piece of the memory.

When a universe explodes it’s one big show.

So I’m the one

I’m the one


drags me to this box again

in this eternal


drag me poem david michael jackson