Melani Udaeta Poet Free verse

Sound

Acoustic and raw, 
it doesn’t need additives;
Creeping up on you
so very unexpected,
the haunt in haunted rhythm;

Oh ravenous fiend
I can describe you as sound,
Acid on the drums;
Bouncers sit screening the door
not for I.Ds but hunger;

Inky bass line itch,
no words need to be written;
A Demon’s disco,
that sanctimonious scratch
electricity stutters.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers July 9, 2024 at 7:16 AM Dear Melani, You have described some concerts that I have attended. I now have concert Ear Plugs that let the music through and keeps most of the harshness out. Well expressed! - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel Melani Udaeta July 9, 2024 at 7:56 AM Lmao!! Yes me as well. The hotter it is the more I like it, Give me flames. Blessings. Thanks for reading!