and the beat goes on

The Rhythmatist

bang,
buh-bang

born to the bumps of this dirt road
and erratic journey of the heart

bang
buh-bang

the metallic clap of collision courses
and the handicap of years that follow

bang,
buh-bang

the percussion of a concussive device
silencing birthdays, holidays, in between days

bang,
buh-bang

the hollow splash of wishing wells
submerging copper, drowning dreams

bang,
buh-bang

the pugilistic drums of time pounding

a sense of purpose into unconsciousness

bang,
buh-bang

the click-tap-click metronome of routine

chipping away any and all regrets

bang,

buh-bang

the slap and rush water birth

of a son-man-husband-father reborn

bang,

buh-bang

the rhythm of the saint, the sinner
beating along inside the same soul