The Key

If I were a key
Where would I be?

In
unobvious
unimagined
un thought of
How the hell did it get there places

Down the street
From ordinary

The bottom of coffee cans
In shoes
Between rhythm
and blues

Dark corners
Fuzzy memories
Dreams that slip
Away

Returning
Half as vivid
And twice as moving!

igniting a switch
the kind that which
has never been heard
or been seen
or been smelled before

Spending time
writing reason and rhyme
during thinking season
noses to the floor

Searching
Just searching...
For locks that mate
the key

And maybe lost treasure
explodes from our mouths

And maybe doors
lock to keep us out

And maybe skeletons
in closets make
way for new wordrobes

Or maybe not...

Maybe we spend time
thinking of rhyme
for wrong reasons

Words are pleasin'
only to those who hear them
or see them

What about beat?
stomping of feet
clapping of hands

Percussion bands
Made from red knees
and shoes with more
soul than
James Brown and the King!
Put together

It's humanity
In united tribal harmony
That's the key
That's the reason
That's the --

Stop
And Listen

Your heart is beating
Your heart is beating