This week’s poem was inspired by a drummer friend of mine. I hope you enjoy it.

hold it
breathe
let go

bleeding rhythm
slapping skin
clapping beating
bongo drums
we go

all the way no stopping the train
can’t get off, the doors are locked
and we’re speeding
down the track
of ec-stasy

body moving
rhythm breathing
through me
caught dancing’
i’m swayin’
alive