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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    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

  • Bentz’s birthday party

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    On Bentz’s 66th birthday we stood under umbrellas in the rain black plastic covered music speakers Red Shack Pickers played on a covered stage On Bentz’s 66th birthday no one danced barefoot in the mud but a frog leaped about in wet grass and disappeared under the stage On Bentz’s 66th birthday some gave up…