Tower Top

I wrote this poem and took this picture at the top floor of a restaurant in Singapore.

Tower Top

On top of the world and hanging tight.
Sifting it, Oh! sublime, that’s right.
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Jazzy thumbs and bangles booming.
Tweaking trombone, higher, scooting.
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Story telling and a glass before bed.
Watching worlds moving, glowing, fed.
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Searching the skies, the laser lights.
People talking, all kinds and types.
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Feeling the sound, the falling pages.
Couples dating, talking stages.
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Here again, was no time, wow!
Half a world asleep, but not me now.

© Copyright Jason Lamar 2013

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