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Six weeks, four
chords, three callouses
more,
and I find I have as little
to say
as the spider I evicted
the day I picked up the guitar.
He crept like drumming
fingers unhurried over the polish
and disappeared into the carpet.
At night, watching headlights play
over the corners of my room
, I envy his strange web.
Cryztal posted a note on Facebook, asking everyone to write a poem. I was in the computer lab, so I only had about five minutes.
I recently tried picking up the guitar. Self-teaching is a slow and obnoxious process. Sigh.
chords, three callouses
more,
and I find I have as little
to say
as the spider I evicted
the day I picked up the guitar.
He crept like drumming
fingers unhurried over the polish
and disappeared into the carpet.
At night, watching headlights play
over the corners of my room
, I envy his strange web.
Cryztal posted a note on Facebook, asking everyone to write a poem. I was in the computer lab, so I only had about five minutes.
I recently tried picking up the guitar. Self-teaching is a slow and obnoxious process. Sigh.