she #7, the red bongos

she gave me

red bongos

for beating hearts day

she stoked my

rhythm fire, the

beatniks just might say

now I’ve grown

a tiki head terrific

with thick quad eyes

and pharaoh whiskers

all beats beatific

slapping rawhide smooth

sound specific

I pound

I thump

I trick a lick


but I don’t wear

my beret


and I play

when she’s not


About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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