Acoustic guitar
trickles down.
Lackluster,
half whispered
vocals.
Something else
is hiding in the mesh,
between the lines
of an Elliot Smith
song.
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Three new poems tonight. This one is the best of the three I think, but I put so much emotion into each one that despite their choppiness, they had to be posted. Some things just cannot sit and go stale with dust in a notebook.
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Never operate machinery under the influence of Elliott Smith. The choppiness is nice.
ReplyDelete"Lackluster" - great word. Capturing the song within the poem. Always a challenge. Good post JB.
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