wednesday, august 20

making my shaggy, sweat-soaked
way past the stadium this afternoon
i could hear the drum corps practicing
for all the other things on my mind
i have to stop and note
that is one badass sound

i think there's a dearth of real percussion
in midwestern american life
unless you count the thunderstorms,
and there's sure hell nothing very authentic
about the massive bass
on all those overpriced car stereos

what we really need is to just beat on drums
and slap guitar strings
a lot more often.

tags: topics/poem

p1k3 / 2003 / 8 / 20