lad's first date

snares and high hats
toms and bass boom
percussive solo now
bursting through as
these shoes carry a
wracked form ever
closer to your door
petals unhinge and
freefall, knuckles
pale knock knocking
deafening drumbeats
roar, tsunami roar
drumsticks hit the floor





Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-01 at 01:02

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great metaphor. First dates often feel like that.
2017-01-07


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
first dates are like that (or can be), well said.
2017-01-01