my wrist curls back
I feel the stick weighing
in my hand
as I propel it forward
to strike the head
of it.
the head vibrates
violently
shaking
trembling.
I cock back my foot
and give it
a swift kick
to the face.
Not once but
two
three
four
times.
After another
stick to the face,
I rear back and
crash into it.
As my cymbal simmers,
my guitarist glances back
and nods
as if to say.
“you killed it”
Original Poetry 
February 15th, 2012 at 7:04 pm
Love the reveal! This was very creative, I had no idea it was your drum set, is every set list a battle?
February 15th, 2012 at 8:09 pm
Thanks a lot! and yes some set lists can be a battle! I love how just a little play on words can change the meaning of something. Thanks for reading!
February 15th, 2012 at 8:51 pm
amazing play on words i love it