Spillage, Down Here, In Sleeping Village

Spillage, Down Here, In Sleeping Village

A Poem by Pete
"

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest. - Thoreau

"
Music Makes Me Happy �

caressing
masssaging
collaging and barraging
as a soft-lipped flute kisses the soul
an entourage of percussion accentuating joy treading in the stratosphere
good and loud
realm to realm and cloud to cloud
adding drama to the fold
don its rhythm and melody if you're ever cold
guitar strums speak in tongues as they preach to the spirit from a pulpit of perpetuity
say, think and feel what you will
good luck trying to keep neck, feet and hands still

the music is the poem
unopened jeroboam
glowing, knowing, sparkling and bestowing
a waterfall for the ears overflowing
verses and refrain equally giving thrill
in a divine celebration of free will
psychedelic, rhythmic rampage
licking fingers and turning a new page
time to time and age to age
rolling up hill  as you dance and have your fill
newfound wealth
able to uncork
unafraid to spill



© 2024 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Thoreau

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Added on May 31, 2024
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Pete
Pete

Boston, MA



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