Tit - tat complacent rhythm levitating spirits.
Tit tat washing down inclines to swirl,
In waterfalls guttering earth in strength,
Soaking the darkness of spring mornings.
Tit tat metallic drums of nature y – awning,
Hypnotic sounds of lethargic contemplation,
Thundering across the enlightened mind.
Sighs rising, breathe released, loosening nerves.
Drowning depression in surrealistic melancholy,
Painting wishing wells upon words of windfalls.
Creeks will rise, cheeks will raise, change happen.
Gravity of situations will determine conclusions.
Tit tat shower of rejuvenation, massaging time,
Oh how soothing, smoothening then smothering,
To release you drifting upon a kid’s sailboat,
Seeking challenges of dreams lost, remembered.
Tat tit stubbornness to conform under pressure.
Walking the rain of self-expressive independence,
Wings weighted down to comply with standards,
Spirit of St. Louis taking off in the impossible.
Tat tit thunder lightning wonder taking asunder,
Illumination upon the gentle winds that binds.
Setting us free from negative bondage hereunder,
Shackles of confinement plunder your possibilities.
Tit tat from within pit pat, pit pat of your beat,
Pat pit defibrillation shocking determination.
Tit tat pit pat tit pit tat pat combinations beat true ,
Inside outside the universes claiming an existence.
Upon the rain of April fools playing no tricks on me.
Somewhere in America not on company time 04/01/05 ©
The Terminated Free Spirited Poet