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I will fix up
her guitar now
she is dead,
now it is no
longer a symbol
for how I felt
every day since.
I will fix up
her guitar now
she is dead,
now it is no
longer a symbol
for how I felt
every day since.
Now we are on the ferry we flew to drive to,
It’s enormous engines vibrating
Every molecule, spreading out,
A family of ducks getting out of the way.
There was a time
when it meant everything,
when distortion was important,
feedback held the world back,
delay delayed the inevitable.
I always gripped that thrill, that fuchsia carbonation, swarm of blush-colored
butterflies colonizing the gut, and I believed it meant something beyond
a temporary flush of feeling; it’s what I knew of theatre, of God.
check for the side with ruffled whiskers
and wrinkles, elephants tend to tilt
their trunks to scoop fruit so one half’s
always a bit shabbier than the other.