Tuesday, August 30, 2011

the death of FUNK bear






this bear could groove
he could wail like no other
since the day he emerged
from the womb of his mother
 

saxophones and trumpets
and the most raucous beats
were what pumped through his veins
they were his bread and his meat


but interests can quickly
become deadly obsessions
and the high they provide
prevents introspection


the beats grew wilder
the bass a hammer to the chest
the vibrations grew tangible
he felt the results were the best


long exposure without protection
proved dangerous, that’s clear
it shook his brain into jelly
and it oozed out his left ear

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