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March 11, 2013
I sit alone, through a dark tonight,
In a van riding east.
I glance to the bass on the screen of a beast.
His rhyming; sharp as swords,
His tongue is black and bold,
And his treble brought to me by chords.
I hold unto him with a single hand
And keep in mind the song, album, band.

I keep tempo in the dark with his drum,
His vocals synchronizing;
This player leap’d to me like spotted doe.
White, dangerous teeth:
His 16 gigabyte, ruthless blow
Through earphones. He’s rich in static,
And always, forever, climatic.

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LariElaine said...
Mar. 23, 2013 at 1:09 am
I really, really loved it! i especially loved the rhyme:)
Choirgirl said...
Mar. 20, 2013 at 6:16 pm
This is really good.  I like it.  Keep up the writing.
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