DUMB DE DUMB GOES THE DRUM

                DUMB DE DUMB GOES THE DRUM


Dumb de dumb goes the drum, dum, dum, dumb de damn, the beat of the drum, dumb, dumb, drum, deep in the doldrum, deep deep under the gum tree, wood for the drums, the gooey dumb gum-drops, drip-drip-drip on the head of my doldrumish dream, slick coat of melted gum, deadening the sound, dead in the doldrums of the conga and the bass, the bonobo bongo and timpanic ear-drum clogged with melted gum, scorched through with fiery sound, burning holes in the grey matter, but what does it matter, beat on the fiery orb with drum-sticks, the fat legs of birds and the branches of trees, all that matters is that the grey and white pulp of the orb will be cooled in the quiet doldrums, the cool quiet dumb doldrums will cool the ache, no more beating or pounding, a shriveled mind in a dead case, but finally painless, but wait, a seed falls in the rot, the rot still throbbing with the dreadful beat rocks the seed to life, sprouts reaching for the sky, branches straining through the thick air, needles piercing the eyes of birds and impaling insects as the fat trunk swells and distends, spilling its contents, the guts of the spruce, coated in its gum, chew the gum and melt it with your fiery fetid breath, sweeten your breath of a thousand rotten years with the sweet spruce and let the liquid gum drip over the new drum of spruce tree, the fat trunk hollowed with the tusk of the boar, bored out with the tusks and crumbling bones of the boar, beat on the trunk, beat with your fists, beat with your might, beat out a message to your ancestors, dum, dum, dumb, dumb, beat your drum