Ode to the Gibson Les Paul Gold Top

An ode to a beautiful guitar.

For six decades,

you caressed the frets of my soul,

releasing wails of melodies

drenched in sinful feedback,

sprinkling my eyes with gold

as they would skate along your curves.

Complete the space my heart lacks.

Permit your stretched nickel to stroke my fingertips

as they bend choral delights.

Infect my ears with the visceral tones of mahogany.

Satisfy my spirit with the clarity of maple dreams.

Expel melodic seeds into my empty caverns.

Seize my womb with jazzy roots

My fruits will leak the essence of pearl inlays,

melting into the cauldron of audiophiles everywhere.

Reviews

[smkb90]

Creative images. It's strong and powerful. Good poem :)

[Torching Gambits]

Thank you!!!

[oxo]

creative use of words. nice job for this one. :)

[Torching Gambits]

Thank you! :)