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Playlist Poetry

Your Playlist

Your Playlist:
A Poem in 80 Songs

Runtime: 5 hr 10 min

Do you think about me often?
Like I’m a 
Hex Girl?

Lucky You
because I
Diga, Diga, Doo
too
How I’d like to do 
The Jitterbug Waltz
with you

Unchain My Heart
Spellbinder
I find your voice
Super Good

Tonight in the Moonlight
I Hope You Dance
Dog Trot
Dip It Low
and even
Lose Control
with me

we’re 
Very Busy People
part of this
Nowhere Generation
Cherry Picking
On The Banks Of The Owichita

In Another Life
I think we were
Up and Rolling
I think we enjoyed
A Quiet Life
by the 
Riverside
maybe on
Such a Night
I was your
Gypsy Queen
you, a
Wayfaring Stranger
melting my
Stonecold
heart

are you the
House of My Soul?
because
The Truth
is that your
Spring Fashion
is in 
Perfect Harmony
with my
Taste

I felt I could be
The Yellow Rose of Texas
but then the mournful soul that sang
Tennessee Waltz
(It was Patti Page)
because you already had
Too Many Friends
Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm of The War Drums

while I was
Running Up That Hill
yearning for a 
Higher Devotion
thinking
How Do I Get There
thinking I’m a
Bad Liar
thinking I can’t
Stop Thinking About You
even
Dreaming of You
nothing 
Quite Like
anything I’ve felt before

at
Bedtime
with a 
Mind on Fire
thoughts of you
Tearing Me Up
making me want to
Ruin Your Night
too, for making me
Think It Over
think that it was
Signals
for me, but it was just
Scotch and Soda
for you

I was a
Girl from the North Country
wandering, wondering
Where Have All the Average People Gone
not the one with
Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes

so when I feel this
Ghost Pressure
I call you
Troubleman
wondering
What Else Is There?
wondering is this the
Wrong Vibration

I
Got It Bad
and you’re
Making Me Nervous
because
I Got it Bad And That Ain’t Good
so I picture you saying
None Shall Pass
and the beg my 
Fatal Fantasies 
of you
Fade Away

knowing just the same
I’ll See You in My Dreams
In the Early Morning Rain
with your 
Slow Hand

and I 
Dream in the Dark
that I’m
Chainsmoking
Your Love
as if it’s the only way to
Stay Alive
and I’m
Beggin 
Think About Me 
Turn Your Love
to me

in 
The Land of the Silver Birch
we’ll 
Moondance
Tonight
Wasted

until I 
Fade Into You
until the
Evening Star
is
Fallin’
For You
too

and I know I’m 
Falling for U
too, thinking
I Fall in Love too Easily

With You

Categories
Poetry

The Clouds Have Come

I thought I was the sun
And I helped your garden grow
But without the rain, without reprieve
I scorched it to dust
And nothing more could thrive
Because I was relentless

Categories
Poetry

Inconclusive

So funny now
After a year of blaming one thing
We should now so easily
Find a cause of death
Inconclusive

Categories
Photography Poetry

Lost Cleaning Practice

By K. Samways, 2021

Things that were difficult to clean
used to be household staples

Now they are replaced 
by smooth and glossy electronics
attracting dust within a square metre radius
making for more efficient chore sessions

We are like quick machines
switching from one task to another
only able to keep an instruction in our mind
for a very brief time 
because we must keep 
switching
switching
switching
on and off 
to this and that
repeat, correct mistakes
respond, complete task
submit
submit
submit

Our sleep is restless
and we no longer question our dreams
or if we do
It is in private, a shy task abandoned
before a journal entry is made on a public platform
until a journal entry is censored on a public platform
and we cry when no one reads our diaries
how unfair
how unjust
how unliked

We are like quick machines
lacking responsibility for our actions
for we were merely programmed by our society
conditioned by the ones we loved
so we are okay with it
because we call it
normal 
normal
normal
and if we are not normal, what will others label us?
what would I label myself?
Would I call myself
nice
kind
patient 

Do you wonder what was in a woman’s mind
as she dusted her house each day
undistracted by Spotify or cell phone cry
surely not everyone was seduced by day-drinking
and of course they had
morals 
morals
morals
What was contemplated? Was it the same as
our current curse?
relentless, mean and negative
thoughts
thoughts 
thoughts

If I am like a quick machine
conditioned by culture
groomed by carrot and stick seduction
a good girl’s malediction
only one thing would be 
worse
worse
worse
And that would be to waste this opportunity
to instead program my minds to be 
peace 
peace
peace

love
love
love

joy
joy
joy

So I have filled my house
with objects that I need to
detail and clean with a fine tooth brush
so that I might learn to
focus
focus
focus
And to fill my heart
With precious living beings
I need to cherish and
love 
love 
love

To begin to set things straight, I clean my house
and my mind simultaneously
no status update needed