my heart

the mic has beer breath.

rampant smoldering hips swing

the caustic rise

   sweating the amp

ne(rves)eds more

r e v e r b

                      the groove loose & echoing

she’s sipping back                    & forth

drifting o f f        into the close eyed flutter.

 

the strings quiver low end

bomb

        astic

      smiling drop head to hit the

beat

        over the drums

 

pull it out wide to ring

   looking at the neck,

she

       glimmers

                        at

                             me

 

and I

                    breathe her into the

                beat.