Dark Poetry #4 |
Centrifugal melody |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Clutch your guitar as though to salvation. Your wine and reed voice pulls apart syllables, arching the ache and breaking the rhythm. Clutch your guitar as though to a centrifuge. Seen you off-stage, sudden and quiet. Wandering ghosts heed through your eyes. Hitch to the bar and drink yourself stuporless. All the best chemicals itching to write. Roll into bed with a new doll of clay. She has her own mind, and your forgiveness. Bravely, you think, you offer it up. She never asked for you to talk back. Clutch your guitar as though to simplicity. Play your sad songs with joy and sweet verve. When the time comes, know the low E will break. See how they wait, you've wanted to say. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
The first line grabbed me by the balls. I love playing guitar. GIS All that is great once was small. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, GIS. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sad, dark write |
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