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
archaeologist
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
who
drags me to this box again
in this eternal
dashboard.
drag me poem david michael jackson