Chad Reynolds

from DRUMMER

 

 

In a broken warehouse practicing

our new song in a thunderstorm

Clouds through a hole in the roof above

Rain on my cymbals

 

Our sound is the dark flower

ignorant feet threaten to trample

The something that comes from some hard nothing

Some long sidewalk

Some soft something before becoming

the same nothing

stretching round the block

 

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