A. G. Bawang


This Old Guitar - Poem by A. G. Bawang

this
old
gui
tar
qui
etly
sweeps
the garage
when heaven’s
tears fall like
b l a d e s
and on some
forlorn evenings
with Paul’s ludicrous
love songs - i am as
silly, as hollow.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 1, 2008


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