Drag Me Poem
Drag Me PoemYou 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
The last poem was Cow Poem. The next poem is The Silicon Master Poem
