Pa-rum pum pum pum
Rhythms
So much pressure
In the dark and dank
All alone
Inhaling water
Salty water I can taste
Some little drummer boy
Makes a water torture
Relentless cadence
Rhythm just at me
Pa-rum pum pum pum
Oh, pressure
Peaking
Plateauing
Peaking again
Pa-rum pum pum pum
Stop pushing me!
It's so crowded in here
Even though
All alone
And the hat doesn't fit
A square peg
Out of a round hole
The hat-band stretches
To accommodate me
Tight--hurts my head
Stop the pushing and shoving
Leave me (alone--too late)
Pushing me from behind
But The Outsider is here
Seizes me from above
With salad spoons tight tight tight
Gains purchase of my swollen head
Synchs the asynclitic
And pulls so hard on me
So hard on me Par-um
I'm between worlds
Between Heaven and Hell
In a place for infants called Limbo
The person pushing and the one pulling
Conspire to resettle me
At the end of my rope
My valve is closing
I'm a beast with two heads
Ripped asunder
And thrown center stage
I appear and my heart races
I grimace
I struggle to move
I gasp and
I score!
How soon forgotten
Is the land of dark and saltwater,
The leeching and selfish
From the light and the sound and the cold and the drummer
I seize my own drumsticks: Pa-rum pum pum pum
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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