It is always there
No matter
Where I am
What I do
Or
How I feel
Or
Even better
It is always there
No matter
Where you are
Or
What you do

It’s on the tip of my tongue
On repeat
In my head
At the suggestion
Of a bird
Through my tears
And hysterical
Laughter
I wake
With the drums
From England
Fall asleep
To a lyric
Direct
From New Zealand
In
The wee small hours
Of the morning
A song of love
From
An old war
In the afternoon
Jamaica

Get it?
Nothing can stop it
No amount
Of heartbreak
No fear
Can keep it from
My whistling lips
The tap of my toe
The slap of my hand
On
The dash
It’s 24 hour
Radio
Cheering me on
In spite
Of the rage
And battle
Of
This hear
Story