six hour beats

Driving through six hour beats
Speakers send musical messages
Upon us as we speak to each other
Spraying simultaneous patterns in opposite directions:
Words wither down trees beneath rainy tom taps
And rattlesnake snare snaps kicked forward by kangaroo drum kicks.
Coasting through a landscape of bass clef bubbles
The melody suspended in emotional moments
Transparent in the air
That diffuses us and moves us,
Yet we can't move.
Our seatbelts are fastened
And we're fastened by time, space, energy
And tunes; so there's no use pretending
That we can fool our imaginations
Of this catchy creation,
Catching us in the atmosphere
Where once stayed a stagnant air,
It's another road, upon the one
In which the wheels are rolling.
Our minds rolling through the beat-en path of beats,
As it flows motionless
Through and around us
A graceful display of notes as words that dance as birds
Fluttering around our ears, left and right:
Hits, pats, thuds, snaps, and thumps
Each one offering another bump
To the fleeting emblem of my heart beat.