Lawrence Hall, HSG
A Dusty Drum Kit
In a re-sale shop in Huntington, Texas
Fronting for decaying videotapes
And clocks that will never again chime the time
Through tinny mechanical syncopation
A drum set reposes without percussion
An arpeggio of silent despair
Whose cymbals and snare impatiently wait
As do the bass and other impedimenta
For the hand of a youth who has something to howl
The next kid through the door might bell the cat:
“There it is – I will rhythm the truth with that!”
