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Click hereI am the drum.
I am the tum tum ta-tum.
My eyes are cymbals,
(are symbols),
slapping the empty,
spitting on melody.
Here’s a stick,
beat me.
Here’s a strap,
carry me.
Put your ear to the ground,
your heart on the floor.
Tum tum ta-tum
I am the drum.
I am the locomotive, chest-thumping, piston jumping, hard eight of your soul,
begging your savagery,
inviting your ignorance.
Tum tum ta-tum
With me
you fuck and howl and cry
and crawl
and god’s not coming to help you.
Tum tum ta-tum.
If you hear me,
here
me,
fear me.
I am the drum.
I am the drum.
Thank you everyone for your comments and suggestions. I'm humbled by the response from the Lit poetry community. I'm so very grateful for your encouragement.
Smiles - K
which seems very snare drum-like. Very interesting idea and pretty well executed. I'd like to see you write more poems.
Well done! You say that poetry isn't your thing but you do yourself an injustice. I look forward to seeing much more from you
I really like this until the third stanza...then the tone changes quite a bit. It seems almost like two different poems.
But I really did like the first two stanzas. Good job!
Damn, you didn't use any of bflagsst's seven forbidden words and he still gave you only 50%. Maybe he doesn't like the subject matter?