![]() syncopatingA Poem by m.s.earlyCycle of motion Syncopated rhythms She sings in alternating stress beats I wait for the round Find myself in an interlude Of my own making Surprised to find She’s dancing the Waltz While I thought I had found the four The difference between us Is she is jazz and uptown And I am as vulgar as a pop song Her heart pulses Like Timpanis in perfect pitch I rumble like an empty gut And still shes dances And pretends to be wooed Even though I am only lip syncing
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Added on September 3, 2014Last Updated on September 3, 2014 Author![]() m.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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