About Deeter

Music and poetry featuring some of the best musicians in metro Detroit.

I can’t breath!

My mask is too tight.

I can’t breath!

My mask is too tight.

I can’t breath!

My mask is too tight.

“Can’t you see?

You’ll never be free.

Don’t dare put up a fight.”

Slavery was a form of control,

Now they asphyxiate  your body and coerce your soul

I’ve lost two friends
During the corona scare.
Neither had the virus.
They were both artists.

One marched in civil rights rallies
In the 60s.
The other dreamed of being a famous guitarist.
They both lived alone.

Losing the will to live.
An incalculable number.
That grows every day.

I had visions of late nights

With you seated in my comfy chair,

Belting out improvised blues, while

I loosely strum the 12 bars and 3 chords

That tell my life’s story.

We would create

Passionate songs about love and lust

Building a unique rhythm

Formed only by us.

Like two dreamers

Who melt into a single fantasy.