RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Wanting to hear something fast, loud and constant,
so they play I got friends in low places.
Not what I had in mind, but okay, I'll adjust to
the involvement of rhythm, trying hard to hold back
when wanting to race forward and be gone.
Electric watts hitting me slowly in trends of
Insisting on revving forward, instead, staying back,
waiting for melodies to catch up with my mind as it
expands in triple time through writing.
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