Drummer Boy
This poem is dedicated to Jack, a good friend of mine,
and excellent, professional drummer.
listening to the rhythmic beat
of drum sticks dancing
like a beating heart
soulful entrancing
memories inside the womb
of mother’s heart beat
gently lulled to sleep
so tender and sweet
touching us deep inside
subconscious flight
back to our origins
in jungle’s might
the hard steady beat
spawning erotic feel
a fantasy of sounds
outer worldly but real
vibrating drums
exciting molecules
vibrating in line
with Universe’s rules