Guitarra

Guitarra

A Poem by Perdition

I see your brown shy outline

sprawled along the drunk muddy floor 

mocking this composer and hobo of midnight serenities 

strange infinite hour 

you raise my head slightly to the clouds

old wooden friend 

to you I grant this darkness

I welcome you back into my empty hands

wiping your ivory bulleted rings

you are the promising tower carrying me through

your blasphemous screams scaling into mine

brandishing triad after triad 

back to the old whiskey valley 

back to the warm waters of old Monterey

and the southern mountains near Hualahuises, Nuevo Leon

I see your brown shy outline like it was yesterday

where we were lovers from the thunder down to the storm

© 2020 Perdition


Author's Note

Perdition
Hualahuises is pronounced Walla-we-sis

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This is s a very well written write here, I sing but can't play an instrument. nicely written

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4 Weeks Ago

I always find it quite interesting, hard and deeply strange when I write something that I believe i.. read more
I envy the ability to play the strings my non linear mind never allowed it:/ so I bang stuff and I sing what a gift it is to play and my love of waves from piano keys to the vibrating strings on a guitar to the friction hum of a cello those waves cut me deeply my friend to my very core they resonate so much to these bones as you so plainly painted in these lovely words Mr. Perdition bleed a few fingers for the bunny sometime my friend

Posted 1 Month Ago


Perdition

1 Month Ago

Eight hours a day from the age of fifteen and now at fifty four I sadly have set it to only maybe th.. read more

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