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Bass Drum
by David NeubauerThe bass drum really needs to stop,
it's drumbeat throbbing through my head,
setting my eyes crossed, and
my soul weary. The violins,
acid bows screeching,
the drum-beat rhymically
pulsing, pounding through my head.
The trumpet flare, and my eyes
blur, white spots dancing
on a wind that isn't there...
And that damned drum keeps going,
so loud in my ears,
and it's so difficult
to quiet a
heartbeat. 02/02/2004 Posted on 02/02/2004
Copyright © 2024 David Neubauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 02/03/04 at 03:31 AM i knew it was a heartbeat. try floating in a sensory deprivation tank sometime. it's like being INSIDE the drum |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 02/04/04 at 06:10 AM my dear...that's an absolutely beautiful read... |
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