Bang the drum, baby,
let us roll tremors
of sound to wake
the Lord God of motion
sleeping under the skin.
Of choosing what to wear
this Saturday night:
cool, sexy black
or simply fuck-me red?
Should I gel my hair
or let it fall like water?
Of sitting on the sad
and beautiful face of James Dean
while listening to reggae
at Blue Café.
Of chatting with friends
at The Library
while Allan Shimmers
with his sequins and wit.
Of listening to stories at Cine Café:
the first eye-contact,
conversations glowing
in the night,
lips and fingers touching,
groping for each other’s loneliness.
Of driving home
under the flyover’s dark wings
(a blackout once again plunges
the city to darkness)
Summer’s thunder
lighting up the sky
oh heat thick
as desire
Then suddenly the rain:
finally falling,
falling everywhere:
to let go, then,
to let go and to move on,
this is the way it seems
to be. Bang the drum, baby.
MY ANALOGY:
TumugonBurahin1. For me, it explains and shows how we live and what way we are living for.
2. It is common to many people doing different things like listening to the sound, go out with friends, listening to stories at line cafe and other more.
3. Experiences in life are always there, such as to meet other person, have a conversations to other, groping for each other’s loneliness.
4. But, the unwanted thing, some thing may happen, so you must be alert with your surrounding and you must know what is right.
5. In life, there is always an experiences that comes, but you should know hot to handle, that life Live it.