Tubular Bells

there was no music in the air,

not really,

just the sound of a sound

which made me mad 

'cos i hoped i would find

not sure what but

kept scanning tunes and 

endless minutes nothing 

but highway, agression

and the sense of a drug i didn't take

and don't understand, dazing 

emissions fog, 

mingle with sun

and the smell makes me vomit

spring-bound winds 

sneakin' onto my shoulders,

crawl up my arms and i

need it louder,

force gears, heat up, windows down

and stuck in the middle, 

clueless moves - from and to  

i don't know and don't care

when he spells - music, questions

with mellow voice, 

words and more words and

that's where it starts, 

there it is,

magic, it plays, it is me - again

on the map, out on the street, 

close to the sound and

somehow, 

it made sense again


ok - this was me in the car last week when i drove back home from work, listening to Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells - and yes - i was in a strange mood..


linking up with One Shot Wednesday - and - woo-hoo -  yesterday in NYC we won the Shorty Award in Art.. thanks to all of you for your votes, your support and for being around and making One Stop Poetry what it is!