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”