Changes

Changes

 

 

 

I was a drummer

in a make-believe band

of Beat poets

but I lost rhythm

in the free-verse stream

of consciousness, while knocked out

on sweet metaphor

the sticks flew out of my hands

like empty pens

leaking lyrics

a drip at a time

a beat at a time

 

and then the song suddenly ceased

the band split up

and I found my solo career

merged in a constructed chorus

of less than sublime rhyme

 

that others loved to move

their iambic feet to.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/19/24