5/30: Currency

Penny for your thoughts…
Nickel for your observations…
Dime for your self-worth…
Dollar for your dreams…

A quarter
Slid into the silver box of your soul

Your mind is a jukebox

Let that shit play

Journey through stacks
Of long lost melodies
That used to rock you to sleep
Like climax retreats

Remember

Remember when we used to sing

When we would greet the sun
Before the birds even had a chance
To do vocal exercises

We used to exercise
Cords
Tongues
Teeth
Lips

Whispers and whistles
To remind us
Of home

Let’s return home

To latchkey memories
Christmases with no chimneys
Easter baskets
And Sunday shoes

Rhythm and blues

Blues and whites
Of skies
Neverending stories
Daring us to reach for stars

We used to glimmer

And glisten
Crystal clear
Like oceans

Bottles of tomorrow
Drifting lazily
Balloons released into the breeze

Like harmonies
Carried through neighbor’s windows
On Saturday mornings

But somewhere

At some point

Our records stopped spinning

Or skipped

Caught

On haunting melodies
Repeating negativities

“You are worthless”

“You are worthless”

“You are worthless”

Put hip to wood

Bump that shit

Slip another quarter
Into your soul

And let the soundtrack

To your life

Continue…