syncopatingA Poem by m.s.earlyCycle of motion Syncopated rhythms She sings in alternating stress beats I wait for the round Find myself in an interlude Of my own making Surprised to find She’s dancing the Waltz While I thought I had found the four The difference between us Is she is jazz and uptown And I am as vulgar as a pop song Her heart pulses Like Timpanis in perfect pitch I rumble like an empty gut And still shes dances And pretends to be wooed Even though I am only lip syncing
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