Pet Sounds Brian Wilson

A slightly fictional prose poem infusing my love of dancing and dance music and my like of the album Pet Sounds by Brian Wilson when he was still with the Beach Boys.

i heard your voice 

before i reached the stage

to watch what i was 

hearing as your song was 

the catalyst driving me

to run onto the stage so

i could sing that song,

but i can't sing

to save my life

so i'm allowing

 my two left feet 

to stay on the ground

and instead of 

singing 

I will simply dance

all night with the 

beautiful woman 

I had seen and talked to only

a few hours before

the DJ played

put your head on your shoulder

until the both of us 

were so tired,

that kissing each other on the lips 

was the only thing

we could do

before the nightclub closed up at 3:15 in the am.

Author's Note

sorry i haven't posted much lately.

Reviews

So hooked when I started to read... a lovely tribute to the one you wrote this for... amazing to feel free till the sun comes up, and then after....

E.L.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Nice!...To be free to dance all night would be so much fun. I enjoyed reading this. Lovely write.

[Nautili]

I has such a feeling of abandonment and joy. I wish i was there!

[Raven Starhawk]

You are a astounding poet. Sometimes I feel intimidated to comment. ^^* But you pen words so fluently and with genuine heart.