nine lines

Prompt from to write a nine line poem for day 9.
As an extra wrinkle, in each line I’ll try to incorporate something I love about a musician I like


You, you shudder so dark and somber,
and in its neuron, a low whisper,
but when you’re wild, you’re wild:
you show no inhibition, fear.
You make me feel lust, anger, accusation,
doubt, melancholy, indifference, even.
It’s no mysterious history
lesson. I’m told you like bad things,
be it vices or solely weaknesses.


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