Beat by Rick Thomas

Rick Thomas | October 1st, 2008 | poetry | No Comments

I have this beat in my head.
Unguided feet stomping in my head,
Unguided feet, her toes he got,
Beating stomping,
Hot like lead.
His dance uncertain, he moves, he moves, angry!
His head feels like egg,
Egg, egg, about to explode against lead about to crack, spew against egg.
His legs tired now!
His legs tiny, his, beat hard.
As if daddy help’s in need.
Come now!
As if chased, as if dj tuned down trebble and double doubled base.
This beat,
His feet,
His legs,
My egg,
My head!

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