poems written on the fly

thump

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 19 February 2009 at 7:44 am

the music presses down
from above
louder and louder
until there’s nothing but noise

no thought or word
just the banging
of the drum
in my head

maybe it’s time
to leave

(D. James)

  1. that’s what i felt everytime i was in a club.

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