the metallic crash
of cymbals
in the summer
august afternoons
working together
to make this
something
important

the deep, low rumble
of bass drums
in the band room
after school practice
trying to get our
bass drum splits
sound like
perfection

the vibrant, sharp ring
of tenors
along the track
marching ceaselessly
uniformity
is what we
came here
to master

the staccato snap
of snare drums
in the commons
the perfect ******
in the perfect roll
found nestled
within
the next try

the commanding yell
of major
tonight is it
we have been working
for weeks on end now
to make this
the best
it can be

one...
two...
dut, dut, dut, dut

our arms are screaming
after this
but this was
the best performance
we have ever done
so we cried
as we
were victors

i bumped into you
at the supermarket
i told you
i ran out of food
you asked
what i was buying
i said
pudding and ramen
you said
i have a healthy diet
i told you
it encompassed all the major food groups
you asked
what the major food groups were
i said
pudding and ramen
you laughed
i laughed
and we tripped
into a kiss

remind me to go
to the supermarket
after you get settled in
at my aprtment
or is it
our apartment?

I've been searching
For the poem
To show you that I want you
To show that
I want our
Accidental bumps
To be purposeful
Somethings

I've been searching
For the poem
To show you that I need you
To show that
I get scared
When I don't see you
Wave and smile
Every day

I've been searching
For the poem
To show you that I love you
To show that
I love the face
You make when you laugh
And try desperately
To get you to make it more

Ironic, isn't it?

For so long
I've been searching
For the one
To make me feel this way
And now all I need

Is to find the words

To make you


Mine