The Drummer (feat. Jeffrey Hasno)

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Quadruped like a horse
Galloping thru Missouri's geological warps
Tall grasses and short, stamped flat by the force
Traversing new grooves
Two hooves find purchase and formalize new curvatures
It's funny the drummer's feet are here from the eyes hidden
Just two hands up top like a square with two sides missin
At the bar request a water sparkling
Pause to verify phone wallet car keys
Imposed, the grid on the manifold, a face with two hands below
As quiet as standing oak
The frame, perchance it broke, would it make a sound
Beige and the brown, bubblegum and daisy compound
Blue berries, cherries, and oranges arrayed on the count
And the gray that surrounds
They say a giant gourd of iron ore
Which from side to side was 90 miles or more
One day did strike this flying orb
Well on the other side it was night of course
And hit the earth with such frightening force
As to exterminate all the dinosaurs
But isn't it great?
I came centuries late!
Instead of their fate
I revel with mates in venues ornate
Drinking glenlivet straight
My breath, on escape, resembles a wraith
(Lia twisted a j)
And it's a hell of a high!
I'm wealthy and dry
Overwhelmingly blithe
Enjoying periodic swellings of pride
What's the good of telling the time
The story I tell in my mind
Embellish with relics and delicate lies
Dodge truth like a big rock that fell from the sky
Burn one for the one whose turn's come
Burst come like nerves on the first gun
Absurd, the world stunned by the purse
The burst lung from the germs and blurred sun
The church, asserts drum against cursing tongues
whence the word sprung?
The mirth is sucked, like mike, from love
The first cup was spilt, the second was slurped up
The third remains undisturbed, her door shut
The fourth was bird dung
Burn one for the one in search of
A life that occurs with the sun
The stern truss of the carriage
The sure brush, the bearing
Fern dust in the prairies, I tell you spread beauty
A word few use or skew and use loosely
For now it's the blue smoothie
Tomorrow it's green from the broccoli trees
Lots to carry, various alloys and barrels and animal hides
Sticks like wicks burn down the candle of time
Taps levered dispatch beverages
Guitar cases filling with treasure, the drummer in good measure
We who chart daily a monochrome grid
In grayscale chainmail, spout cobblestone quips
The old same old same can't complain and still does it
On the weekend fill rooms to gorge on spilled colors
From bells and skilled brushes
Two by fours
The slamming doors, the glaring windows' endless floors
Ground to sky
Pounce the ear, pounce the eye
By the ounce I sell, by the pound I buy
All around I fly
Peddle quality wares in the towns I find
Pocket squares tied in a boundless line
Amaze

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