Inspired By A Friend's Entry

Turn the silver knobs along my neck
Twist until I nearly break
But tune me back into sweet life.
Don't play my notes so fiercely
My life is already stretched
And sometimes you break my strings
With a discordant pang of memory
Abuse me back to a loving life
Change my words my voice
Let my songs wash the ears of all around
With the smell of bar soap and spring
Let hot bath water pour from your fingers
To soothe the splintered spines
Rigid against the benchback seats.
Pluck me by pick
Nick me by nail
Bleed the beauty out of me
Wire fragments in your fingertips
I'll make your hands bleed if my heart does, too.
There's a microphone to my open mouth
The sweet chords only you can play on me
Floating with a gentle passion over the crowd
Are you proud of my life?
I am not proud of my frayed untrimmed wires
I am not happy that I have to be retuned
I am not confident of the music of my life
The bittersweet concoction that is never overkill
Sugar melting on the warm moist tongue
Like the chords of my hope,
The dischords of my distress,
Melting on the cool open ear
As every listener turns to the stage
And here I sit in the spotlight on his lap
As he turns the silver knobs on my neck
Twisting until I'm sure I'll break
Until the song begins to play
And I swear I'm drowning in our beauty.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Bravo.

13/3/06 12:19 AM

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