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by Eric Hinkle

music pulsing pulsing!
feel in bones
coming thru rafters
boom bang
zip-a zap-ee hey hey
thump dwan twang zang
can't make out words
music a droning mess
droning, garbled, jumbled mess
jumbled, senseless, wondrous mess

bass
who needs treble?
treble is trouble
making sense makes trouble
makes days longer
life shorter
unhappier

sing, sing baby, come on
belt it out
let that strawb blonde
hair fly
pound that pian-er

organ whirling
flanges twirling
arms flailing
feet a-stompin
head bobbin

the best things in life
seem to involve sweat
and hot pulsating blood
bleed bleed hurry up
let it ooze out your soul


12/22/08
8:30-8:35pm

12/22/2008

Author's Note: my obligatory paper bag poem

Posted on 12/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 Eric Hinkle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/23/08 at 05:26 AM

I can dig it. Great stuff.

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