Bellies
July 23, 2008
We watched their to-and-fro-ing
Like a bowl of warm dough growing
Or a belly’s gladly bulging button beaming breached and glowing
A ripe rotating spectacle
Suspended by the flowing
And the fondly draped attention
Of a mass of rolley-pollies
Finally I can say
If but for today
I’m okay
And they’re okay
I LOVED the first two stanzas. so vivid, and I loved the specific details,
especially this: “Or a belly’s gladly bulging button beaming breached and glowing.”
Least favorite part: last stanza. less magical. the words are less vibrant. but maybe I don’t get it…?
These are lyrics to a melodyless song. The last stanzas are the chorus during which the non-existent instrumentals are supposed to take the helm. O, the lyrical woes of a band member without a band.