it was bluesy, and it was dutch

he thumbed the
string and a thick
magic bounced
into and out of
our souls

the throbbing
pulsations
of rhythmic
passion
over take the
mind

play that bass
mother fucker
play it loud

and in the corner of my
eyes
she bangs
it hard
hand, wrist
up and down

bang that baby,
bang that loud
bang that mother fucker,
bang it proud

symbols
and missiles
sound similar
to the deaf

but my eyes
don’t lie,
they made
music
so loud

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