Archive of New Mexico Poetry – Angel Cherryholmes

Pink Floyd’s on the stereo
I’m not sure I want to be here.
School’s always so mundane.
If I close my eyes,
Their voices will carry me
I’ll float on a sea of music,
With drums for the rhythm of the Waves.
Pink Floyd’s on the stereo
School’s always so mundane.
The teacher’s watching us write;
She hates it when we talk.
I’m not sure this is the assignment
I should be working on.
The singer’s asking questions;
I’m dying to answer
I bet the teacher wishes I paid
This much attention in class.
But with life being so dull,
Music is my brain.
Pink Floyd’s on the stereo,
Inspiration for our journals.
The first time I heard
Pink Floyd on the stereo
Was in my daddy’s car,
And he taught me to sing along.
I’m supposed to be working;
Does this count?
I could listen all day.
I am my parents’ child.
My memories are all tied to music.
Mom would sing to me.
Dad would blare Pink Floyd, AC/DC.
I knew the words before I could walk,
A baby crawling,
Singing “Comfortably numb.”
My memories flood me when this music plays
Thoughts of an earlier day.
I could sing “Tears of a Clown” at six
"Why do Fools Fall in Love?" before Then.
Mom used to bounce me in time to the melody
Holding me on her knee.
Pink Floyd’s on the stereo
Making my memories reemerge
When I should be working.
If I close my eyes,
I’ll see myself as a baby,
My brother’s singing.
Pink Floyd’s on the stereo.
I’m supposed to be working.

About the Poet
Angel Cherryholmes is a student at St. Pius X High School, in Albuquerque. She was one of the winners of the recently completed WebSlam III. Her teacher is Julia Huchmala.