Functioning Formalities

by animalworkss

My body once told me, “A gal ain’t meant to live on music, alone,”
To which I responded, “You go on ahead and watch me whither,
Whilst I spin this hot air into gold.”
Weaving together phrases to measure my flesh in time with the cold,
Synchronized in harmony with such priestly meditations,
I defiantly dared, “May these beastly and overgrown premises hold firm ground alongside
Any rhythmic quakes and sound after-shivers, draped in the finest of fabrics!”


Copyright Keli Birchfield 2013