4.18 md’s machine

perform your art
with dry ice
instead
if you use
the smoke machine
maybe the rains
will stop in Portland
skies will clear
and the ozone-layer gods
will crown you as
their reigning prince
 
getting to say
“i have a drummer”
is what you get to do
when the band plays on
behind your
near-obsession
while richmond
and his demons
dance, alien-like
awkward two-steps
trying to follow
any rhythm
biofeedback
of musician beat
 
drums setting
the tone
like heartbeat
 pounding
around the edges
of your emptied
gut
pulsing your words
and his,
mike daily
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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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