We are young, my dark horse of Pompeii. We are
young, and headed straight for the volcano. Ashes
everywhere. Cinders. It’s easy to talk dirty when
you’re already dirty. It’s hard to be in love when
you already know that love is a stereotype.
For NaPoWriMo, Day 9. The prompt was to use a list of five random song titles. Can you spot them?
Let me be your friend who
keeps you in touch with
pop music.
Let it now be known that
I do not hate
pop music.
I know I should call it
inane and corporate,
pop music.
But in any car,
it’s all I want,
pop music.
How about your car?
Will your radio play
pop music?
Let me hop in,
let me turn it up loud,
roll my windows down and cruise
oo la la, that’s what I like
you’re the one I want
I know you want it
I love it
pop music.
Is it Tuesday p.m.? Check out Open Link Night at dVerse Poets.
Poem temporarily removed because it’s been submitted for a contest (fingers crossed).
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 