Tagged: guitar

this is a riding-

this is a riding-
through-the-woods
bike, built using the
motor-and-
snowmobile money,
replacing the swapped-
for-a-guitar, riding-
through-the-woods
bike
i imagine
you saying this
all in one-and-a-
half breaths, or
finishing a little
out of breath. but
instead, you say
no other bike is the
same – it’s mint

.
20170316:1648
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i have taken my

i have taken my
guitar into the
bathtub with
me once or
twice, it’s
true – sometimes
to cuddle, but
mostly,
to get a call-
and-response
going, so
fervently,
i can see the
tiled walls
bearing their
shiny teeth
.
20150428:0000
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night,
you come for my
guitar, inviting
me to howl
for the sake of
being alive
.
20141003:0844
y

you are teaching me

you are teaching me
to wrap my
listening around
Toninho Horta’s broken
voice
, a funny
valentine of sorts –
no agenda, no other
consideration, but
a weakness for
amar como te amo
.
20130109:0806
y

on the safer side

on the safer side
of the tracks, we sit
chewing on forty-five-
cent wings, feigning
powerlessness, half-
hugging our guitars
for entitlement.
there is no right
nor wrong way to
write albums that could
encourage mass
suicide, but
experience is a
sure disciplinary
measure
.
20100811:1515
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