All Poems

Your Guitar

For years it leapt
into your lap,

like a cat.
There was no

keeping it down.
You stranged it up

you banged it up
and then you

sanged it up.

Now, that same cat yawns
and leans on a windowsill.

Well, then, it feels
like it’s done everything

it was built to do,
I reckon.

Of course, that can’t be true.
One day, it’ll wake up

and realize
everything it played so far

was just
a 25-year long intro.

–December 22, 2017
Instagram introduction: “My guitar is all beat to hell. Every Thanksgiving Willie Nelson’s guitar sends my guitar a free turkey. That’s just fuckin’ pitiful.”

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