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Drum up the djembe,
stomp off the dust,
Make it primal,
Make it real,
Like excited monkey talks

It’s the last week of poetry month
Let’s all disassemble
We gotta get wicked,
We gotta get wild,
We gotta make poetry
out of every mound

We gotta speak our song
Howl at the wind
Make the colors
sound sound sound

Let the ghost of every past and present
ranter, writer, poet
possess my soul
Treat me like a ragged doll

I’ll take you, my poem
all tethered and bound
This is the last week of poetry month,
Poetry, come caress me
Set me loose, set us free

I am encouraging anyone who reads my site to write a poem, if you send it and it’s clean, I’ll publish. Come on closet poets, I’ve already gotten a emails with beautiful poetry. Celebrate national poetry month and give the soul happy words and twinkle feet. This poem was written in a laundry mat: