A speaker for every chore
walking out the door plugged in
concerts a plenty to see
options are many to spin
*
the melody of reverb
the superb beating of drums
The Bass maintaining rhythm
The singer's voice raining hums
*
When I'm feeling somewhat down
Forgotten frown disappears
smiling up to the music
my own acoustic appears
*
A tune for every feeling
the healing songs of despair
uplifting inspiration
Across the nation fresh air
*
the fresh air of hope and love
From above and to my feet
maybe just a fantasy
my reality tastes sweet
*
A sweet taste for a playlist
can't resist the joy of dance
bopping around by myself
around me nobody else
*
A concert of one tonight
the bright sounds illuminate
my body and mind see clear
the sounds I can hear dilate
*
St. Vincent sings of her New York
Up next Bjork's own heartbreak
Then Little dragon's feather
swimming black lake together
About the Creator
Hywel Latimyr
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
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