The Beat, Without Repeat

The-beat-the, the-beat-the, the-beat Drawn into my innards so sweet. A lifetime of heartbeats come smoldering back- The child, the teen, the young adult Pound, out of sync. But together they sound so heavenly sweet. Feet dashing down school halls; The brush swooshes through hair in the mirror; Sweet love burns down childhood’s stick house. Starting with a flicker…then inferno...then fizzle. This middle-age relic inhales the heat, while Lost in the-beat-the, the-beat . Crash of air, piped, piped, piped to the-beat- Boom, rest, boom, rest, boom, there’s more; Multi-task sensors want more, much more! Adding to, multiplying on- The-beat-the, the-beat-the, the-beat An infinity of joy, without repeat. Yes, yes, yes…..maybe? Fire’s almost out… And smoke has no beat Pfffttt! For GROOVE IT! contest on 10/22 by David Fisher Jazz