08 May 2010

You strike a chord on my heartstrings
reverberates through shirt
valves open close fast
doc says I have high blood pressure
it's not salt it's music flowing
your voice press
words that make me smile or doubt
comfortable meaningless hugs
spoken in time
rhythmically.
So I drum standing
for you take my seat and drive
the beat increases exponentially

until heart attack



Colin and Co.