Frequency

One night my Tiger-God and I stayed up all night. This is what I saw...

            He’s got flying hands

   And music in his outstretched fingers.

Squirting colors onto that screen

                        With his plastic wand

                 I am hypnotized

                               Mesmerized at his side.

Starbursts,

Rainclouds, acid,

                      Bass fling out and bounce

            Off our dilated eyes.

                                                And he is frozen there,

                                           Locked until the song’s

                                                       Complete,

                                    His orange glow burns

                                             My skin –

                        I feel the red in my cheeks,

                              The melody pulsing from his

                                                Side.

Reviews

[Irfan Shah]

Nice poem. I would suggest it to right in in a normal way (right justified). The choice of words and the flow is beautiful. All the best. Keep sharing your good work here!