…and Brain on the Drums


There’s always a rhythm

Pounding in my head.

My unending production

Of a beat left unsaid.

The clatter of hi-hat

Snare ringing, pedal snapping,

Drum fill, then rhythm relapsing.

Never collapsing.

Mixed meter, swung eighths, even four,

Jazz groove, slow blues, samba,

Double pedal, heavy metal,

Left handed crash cymbal.

Roll on snare. King Kong conclusion.

Curtains fall,

Then curtains rise.

An encore is commencing.

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About theonlyjoe

I am Joe. This is a collection of my ramblings, poems, stories, afflictions, victories, and the picture of my mind. Make yourselves at home. View all posts by theonlyjoe

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