Offbeat Poem by Ryan Van Cleave

I march to the beat
Of a different tune
The second footstep
On the moon

In a sea of sound
I stem the tide
A rhythm no
One can unwind

My melody's
A backwards beat
My lyrics somewhat
Bittersweet

A chorus
Thick with paradox
My timers run
On broken clocks

A rhythmic eclipse
A hidden sound
A flow against
A fickle crowd

A twisted tune
To hide behind
I start here at
The finish line

And when it all
Comes to an end
I'll hit repeat
And play again