Finding solace from a mattress intriguing
Comforting escape from depression relieving
Comfort in its softness she clung
As a mass of “whys” from a ceiling hung
Veiled in a suspended time warp
Outside worldly events mattered not
Wrapped in protective cocoon clinging to her mattress
A peaceful dance that took no practice
Then, sound waves from a distant electric tube
Found a way to banish this blissful mood
A familiar tune from yesteryear
Resonating through shields set in inner-ear
This beat caused relaxing of even more shields
Before she knew it, toe tapping in stiletto hills
A leg, a finger, a hip, then both feet
Moved in unison to the tune of a bumping beat
Suddenly a whole body then jumped
As against a surprised wall, she did “The Bump”
Laughing and waving, with ecstatic joy
The wall, now mimicking a mistreated toy
Against the injured wall she slammed her butt
Ignored crumbling plaster, peeling paint even a skin cut…
Henceforth…
A connection with mattress now only for sleep
A breakthrough found in a yesteryear beat…
♪♫ “doing the bump… sexy, sexy, ♫Aint nothing
wrongng, if you wanna do the bump
all night long…”♪♪
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS