Don't Stop Believing.

As part of the ongoing karaoke otaku-ness, I'm writing some poems based on the most-overdone karaoke songs, holding loosely to the song's theme and line structure. This is the first one.

Don't Stop Believing

She stretched out on the street,

her fist a pillow,

she tried to feel comfortable.

He thought about failing to fail.

Not from southern anywhere but

also can't be from a bar.

The scene seen with raw eyes;

two young folk speaking smoke, 

simple minded as spaghetti, don't forget me,

don't forget, I won't forget you.

She sat up straight and attentive,

a shadow passed over like a cloud

in the desert, like an idea. 

The night turns navy towards me

and the pulse of Friday street lamps

taunt and turn into nothing. 

We're always making a movie.

This one's weird title is:

"Heartbreak Goes Around in a Circle

Like Mononucleosis of the Discarded."

Turn around, flip the world,

hold for sound. But don't forget,

don't forget to smile and move,

because movement is love.

She said, "We are all getting smaller

with every one of us,

classroom to cluster to ashes to dust;

But don't stop believing,

don't ever not believe

it isn't true."

I looked up when she said that

and couldn't shake the feeling

that nothing was wrong.