My drum has perforations; now flawed

Mylar parchment once taut on bone

Leaks prose; but each metaphor pored

Percussive skull reverbs teeming tome


Waning instrument yet waxing lyrical

Tympanic threepenny opera still plays

Snare split – verbose facial spiracles

Whip quick flick of offal; tongue flays


Well weathered but – oh still sensual

Um bongo crammed with lyrics learned

Skin leathered; worn – still beautiful

Spills tales – well told – well earned  


©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness – 2018 – All rights reserved)

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