Poetry

Chill Days, 10 (315.)

The Weeknd finally came to stay,
and I’ve got all that good shit
stuck in my head.
I move from synthwave
to classical to jazz
to metal and now, to poppy stuff.
I’m okay with my own eclectic tastes,
but some days
I stop and wonder
if there’s room in my head for all this music
when I haven’t memorized a song
in literal years.
I always have the general feel,
and the chorus, both are down pat,
but the real words –
if you asked me to recite the lyrics,
I’d be lost.
Time
to make room in my head.

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