Mark Matthews Poet Free verse

Going To Bed With My Bass

When I strum it hums,
  when it lays still
it calls to me,
     enticing,
         inviting,
               biting,
but that thrum
   that reverberates
through my body
     every time I caress it,
that what I live for,
  bouncing energy
into the bodies
of the patrons,
    causing a jovial reaction,
                           (creation)
that spreads
        like a fatal disease
flopping,
      bopping,
            hopping.

React,
     rejoice,
embrace the bass,
   the creation of rhythm,
       the formation of groove,
resonance
    playing the nerves
like strings
   of its own body
making the feet stomp,
      head bounce,
blood rage,
   taking control
      of the very form
we dwell within.

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