The Beat, Without Repeat
The-beat-the, the-beat-the, the-beat
Drawn into my innards so sweet.
A lifetime of heartbeats come smoldering back-
The child, the teen, the young adult
Pound, out of sync.
But together they sound so heavenly sweet.
Feet dashing down school halls;
The brush swooshes through hair in the mirror;
Sweet love burns down childhood’s stick house.
Starting with a flicker…then inferno...then fizzle.
This middle-age relic inhales the heat, while
Lost in the-beat-the, the-beat .
Crash of air, piped, piped, piped to the-beat-
Boom, rest, boom, rest, boom, there’s more;
Multi-task sensors want more, much more!
Adding to, multiplying on-
The-beat-the, the-beat-the, the-beat
An infinity of joy, without repeat.
Yes, yes, yes…..maybe?
Fire’s almost out…
And smoke has no beat
Pfffttt!
For GROOVE IT! contest on 10/22 by David Fisher Jazz
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