Musical Missed Connections
Absolute Threshold
Missed Connections in Austin
Dearest…dearest…
We are part of the same poem.
Let the drums sound at night.
Let it wake all the neighbors
to remind them
or teach them
that breathing is not enough.
Faces painted
feet bare
trying to become
something our bodies
cannot allow.
Eyes wild
with a spark
more human
than one can stand.
When I die
you will eat my heart.
One Year Ago: Missed Connection Ann Arbor: Flowers (A book I didn’t take the time to read)
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
Whoo-hoo! It’s Friday, people! Here’s some Perez Prado to provide the drum beat inspiration with a little brass to keep it sassy. Eyes wild, feet bare, faces painted – no, simply breathing is never enough when it comes to the weekend.
