Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The Only Poem I Ever Wrote About Music

          six string handgun
          weapon of choice
          using everyone else's words
          to find my voice.

          knee deep, ink well
          words caress the page
          well dressed rebel's
          quietly veiled rage.

          face first, free fall
          last dollar's bet
          musicians at the mic
          beg for one more set.

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