michal jonesStory through lyrics and melodies.I was born into a musical household and have been handed the gift of songwriting - music and writing have always been my avenues of expression and creativity.Get to know me through these words.Chambers, released 06 December 2019Taint of the haint-saint hangson air in the stairwell of his passing, filigrees life lines etched in youngest’s flesh – Pops’ reach on conga’s rind.Pops palms a stopped heart back to work, reaches throughthat treacherous time, spits, sweats, shinestil metal rimsreflect his father’s resurrected eyes.Pops props drums cradled in kneecaps,raises ghosts to dance among us.People of the park – his congregants –arrive rhythmless, fall upon it,Shook shook shaking.Pops conguerodip-trips the flat lines, gives uspulse pulseslaps tilraw handsraw heartdon’t ache.Pulse pulse -His father’s.Pulse pulse –His own.© Copyright 2019
Category: Arts & Entertainment
Country: United States of America (US)
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