The Infinite Potential Of My Hands Poem by Michael Fischer

The Infinite Potential Of My Hands



Wailing on my tin plate guitar
I emitted reckless rebellion
In my smoke-filled basement
Embracing my punk influences
And playing slapdash power chords
Under cesspools of distortion

Finally...
I could express every emotion
In one sustained E chord
As it imploded into the future

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rebekah Arwood 13 November 2008

Oubliette... a French word meaning 'to forget, ' right? Usually means a type of dungeon today. Cool word. Great poem.

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Michael Fischer

Michael Fischer

Buffalo, New York
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