Challenge
Listen to a song, any song, one you've heard a million times or one you are hearing for the first time. Now make me feel what you felt. Show me what images it stirs up in your mind. Use the song title as the title of your piece.
New Romantics
While the others dance, we swim.
Holding on to each other like children in the water, we'll float through the crowd
of sweaty, anxious bodies.
A wandering mass of strangers who
work together,
live together,
_____ together,
(fill in the ugly space)
saying they know each other,
moving through life carelessly,
(they'll kill us out of ignorance)
identifying instead of being.
Bring me back to Camelot,
and we'll pretend they didn't hate us then.
Or take me to the future
and pretend they won't do the same.
Baby, we're the new romantics
and we armor ourselves in fantasy.
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