Unchained Melody

It sits like a void in my gut - a pit that can never be filled.

I pour the next elixer from ear to ear,

yet song spurs song,

and theme spawns theme.

They govern my life and the excitement is unbearable to contain.

Overwhelmed by emotion, I escape the mundane.

I’m part of Arial’s world-

yearning for an escape from my metiphorical sea of corporate life.

Billie Joe “holds my malachite so tight”.

Ella coos and my pores prick and pale.

I yearn for an 18th century death if my soul passing were to be celebrated with Mozart’s Requiem.

The rain softly falls as Marius cradles me on the battlefield while we sing my dying ballad.

“You could be mine but you’re way out of line” blares through my car speakers. Eat my fucking dust.

Clad in a tutu dance ensemble resemblant to a harlequin I dance to dirty rock, “Mirror Mirror, am I the vulture or the dove?”

I snap back to the space within my cubicle.

They saturate me, yet I diabetically thirst for more.

What else can bring connection, hope, drama, and dispare, all in one 60 minute loop?