Drop The Needle

Is this the end i ask
I fly or could have flown
Relief flowering the quiet
Scarf of my last breath

A motorcycle silver lipstick
Put on silver red lips
A series of false eyelashes
None of them would fit

People bury their wishes
I am none of them
A good bird in an earlier life
In a vicious cycle of birds

One might drop the needle
An entire song transcends
Repeat a twirling hypnotic
Melody in descending order

Deep mud can’t see my shoes
In perfect harmony
Our arms try touching
But we do not kiss

Are you taking part?
I could not be instead
Are you taking part?
I could not be instead