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driving,
after companions
sated my need
for conversations,
provided motivation
to get off my ass
to write, to read, to play
more songs
lead me headlong
into the car,
i reject the cassette,
ejected
in a struggled search
to find the right tape,
insert, then plays
a band from omeha
in an altered state,
i'm susceptable to change
from 4/4 of bass and snare,
to 8/4 of highhat
this simultaneous integration
i strive to follow along
but as my lack of coordination
would have it, i'll never be a drummer,
and i'll never play for cursive.
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