eggplant bass drum
I saw a man play an eggplant
as a bass drum
with carrots as cymbals
our bodies are music, too
every nerve ending an instrument
each synapse firing sixteenth notes into the silence
my fingers carry all the possible melodies
my heart all the possible rhythms
your brain the knowledge of your family’s songs
your stomach the feeling of the perfect note
our feet ready and waiting
to launch us from comfortable chairs
onto noisy dance floors
I want you to grab my hands
whirl me around in a circle like when I was a child
then I want to grab your hands
pull you close and dance with childlike wonder
then, if we’re hungry, we can eat the eggplant
20 February 2013
Auburn, AL
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This poem was inspired by a video made by j.viewz:
J.Viewz – crazy, fantastic J.