10-01-2014, 09:40 AM
Hopefully, some of you folks remember this one.
Fever under Radio – 5th Draft
She lies on the floor
listening to The Kinks
sing You Really Got Me,
cat curled besides her.
She lingers, shivering,
until the stars
come out to dance.
This whole town
might burn down tonight
as she dreams of nothing,
clutching the pillow.
Maybe she’ll walk into the river,
pockets filled with stones,
or grow overnight to an old woman
before a single TV dinner.
A ghost.
Maybe she is one already.
Fever under Radio – 5th Draft
She lies on the floor
listening to The Kinks
sing You Really Got Me,
cat curled besides her.
She lingers, shivering,
until the stars
come out to dance.
This whole town
might burn down tonight
as she dreams of nothing,
clutching the pillow.
Maybe she’ll walk into the river,
pockets filled with stones,
or grow overnight to an old woman
before a single TV dinner.
A ghost.
Maybe she is one already.