Al

on my acoustic Taylor
I strum 'Do Right Blues' (Em)
and cry

no matter Einstein or Wittgenstein
or Frankenstein or any other
of the Stein brothers

time is a one way street
with all the consequences
that follow a powerful motor-cycle
on the wet moon asphalt

even now
(whatever that means)
by the time my hand
touches the mouse
I've forgotten why
I was reaching for it
(sexual innuendo intended)

how long I wonder
until B7 is just the dust
of the memory of a memory
no longer accessible

death...lmfao
but to live and watch yourself
fading into the mist
to an existence without definition

on my acoustic Taylor
I strum 'Do Right Blues' (Em)
and cry




Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-04-20 at 11:31

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very good. Well thought out and constructed. And that song has so much feeling :)
2015-04-21


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i appreciate every line of this,
and the whole of it.
2015-04-20


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The mood you convey in this poem; sad, desultory, angst, is well thought out. It draws the reader into tht poem forcefully. Very well written.
2015-04-20