My son used to call it nusic
And even though I corrected him
A thousand times he insisted
That it was I who had it wrong
He'd often suggest I asked
God the only one who knew more than me
For it couldn’t be music
If it sounded like that…
Cows said moo
it is amazing how
you
tug their lives
through the drudgery of forgotten times
that pliable smile
you
never put down
can melt the cerebrum of demons
and mend the meandering days of
stray dogs
but it is that frown
they
never see
that lives in every drop of your sea
like magic
your lips curl
and revolution
covers the world
