This Old Guitar Poem by A. G. Bawang

This Old Guitar



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.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: guitar
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