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 Authorm.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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