Misfits evening sun sets on my chest light moves over slow breaths empty pubs play lonely string songs in three keys do you know my hymn can I sing your tune separated by table and fret, an empty bent glass I play a wink you play the moon in the middle we never meet Our shipsContinueContinue reading “Poem: Misfits”
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Poetry: Guitar Man
Guitar ManTaps his foot to the musicFrayed boot heel wiggles against the floorFingers, as comfortable on fretsAs his legs are in jeansWhat does he sing?What is that sound?History weeping throughOozing out of dry crevassesDays in the sun createdPoems written on wrinkled paperSongs sung to walls of fallen plasterLarge women clap approvalHoping to take a pieceContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Guitar Man”
Poetry: Guitar Man
Taps his foot to the musicFrayed boot heal wiggles against the floorFingers, as comfortable on fretsAs his legs are in jeansWhat does he sing?What is that sound?History weeping throughOozing out of dry crevassesDays in the sun createdPoems written on wrinkled paperSongs sung to walls of fallen plasterLarge women clap approvalHoping to take a piece homeFrequencyContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Guitar Man”
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