Jazzy Heist
Drum’s our kingpin.
Bass rides shotgun.
Others rise and fall in time,
adding color accents.
But drum and bass are
basic black and blue; all
pigments combined in
shockwave tommy-guns
to writhing canvases
strongarm-robbing them
of inhibiting spoils.
The perfect syncopated crime,
sharply-committed in-time.
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Written for dVerse Quadrille #78: Rise prompt. Other poets contributed here.
Also written for NaPoWriMo’s day 22 prompt: “write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.”
(Blogger’s Note: I couldn’t choose between the two music selections, so I added them both. Whoopsie!)
