My husband's poetry

Category: music

  • open mic

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    I sit behind you, your head bobs up and down your feet manipulate pedals sustain, reverb, percussion, a looper button welcomes a band inside your head I cannot see your fingers, your face, your mouth, eyes staring off in space how many hours of practice led you here to play for me, for them, for…

  • The craftsman

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    He doesn’t miss a beat plays exactly as expected At the break You want to rearrange his kit force him to paint outside the lines 10-26-21

  • Dancing to the hits on weather channel

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    cfblack
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    Wind picks up Head bangs tree tops Limb lands in yard Dangerous downbeat Two days before equinox End of winter blowout party This rave may last hours Please, no one O.D. 3-18-21