-MUSING-
Scratching his chin
Thinking
Discerning of creating
Beats, rhythm & rhyme
Of images pulsating, transforming, & merging
Like infused cloves of fresh smelling thyme
Relaxing to each and every meshing throb, pounding hammer, & fascinating stroke
The orb of intoxication
Brings to him a straight form of remedial meditation
A natural form of concoction
To this he profusely drinks
He becomes filthy and well absorbed in his drunken state
To this he has become the finely tuned bait
To a well huge alarming estate
No, I am not referring to emerald arctic cash
Like those that yearn to make a quick dash into the riches-
to round a gripload of smelly repulsive malodorous bitche*
Itches of unscrupulous niches
Rather, a house encompassing a world of notable notes,
Imperative instrumentals, lovable lyrics
This man continues to be captivated, fascinated,
Immersed, un-reversed to his charismatic notions
With one heavy sigh, musing mesmerized eyes
Slowly closes one by one
Calls it a night and faintly tells his group, "PEACE."
by Michelle
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