I was going to write more tonight but I am playing with the gate instead. This means you get something from earlier in the week. I am not as passionate about this poem as I was when I first wrote it but oh well...
The Breakdown
Only three beats
Three beats from a breakdown
I am on my feet again
Standing on my own two feet
But for who really knows how long
Two beats
Two beats from a breakdown
And I am running
Running from the sound
One
One beat from a breakdown
Thunder, landslide all around
This is the breakdown
-Jn
I slip over the black in expert-tied boots chasing Daddy's red shirt into the darkness and see a whole new world.
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