Lost My Slide
I lost my slide-guitaring brain
when the sound
became finger
weird.
Without twanging ideas emanating
through my neurons,
slick sliding is
feared.
No longer will my musical tattoos
stick against my broken
heart, gliding
ahead,
The notes once aroused a feeling
of bliss, will now
seem so very
dead.
Yorktown Disciple
I lost my slide-guitaring brain
when the sound
became finger
weird.
Without twanging ideas emanating
through my neurons,
slick sliding is
feared.
No longer will my musical tattoos
stick against my broken
heart, gliding
ahead,
The notes once aroused a feeling
of bliss, will now
seem so very
dead.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11302
Quatrain of Lost My Slide - 11302 - Yorktown Disciple
Poem Sanctum
Without
twanging
ideas
twanging
ideas
Yorktown Disciple
Poetizing around the world
Poetizing around the world
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