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Drums

Crushing soul swept
Blown by the force of human
And rises within me
Fight  
 
Bloody temptation  
And fists to swing
And break  
You  
 
Me
 
My might not disclosed
Betrayed by my face
Shocked
Flatlined mouth
No words
 
Not any
 
Come a day  
Without it  
This that would cause
Me to bend down  
And deliver it  
 
My face ticking like a bomb
Twitching conservatory  
What remains
A frown  
Awaits chagrin
 
Awaiting comfort
Ease and freedom from this
And others that would trumpet  
Victory  
 
But low key  
Easy listening  
 
Others that carry  
A smile in pocket  
To take out  
Whenever
 
You know
Just whenever
 
And just like that man
I mean Iíd be fine with
Just like that
 
Man
 
Casual  
Careless whenever
Itís cool man itís cool  
And Iíd mean it
 
Sincerely  
 
No clenched fist
But flat palm offered for  
Shake  
Or even
A low five
 
Ya dig?  
 
I know I would  
Will  
I see it clearly
Behind eyes
That squint  
Fierce lines
Of battle
 
The drums are too loud  
Boom my mind
But I feel  
Wrists are tired  
With  
Rat a tat tat
 
 
(Finger tapping)
Iíll twist this tissue
And wait
Calamityofgin
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