Wednesday, April 03, 2019

Poem: "Only Child"

That sweet sound is made with harmonics
And the guitar is tuned to "open D"
I'll tell you how I know such things
I had much time to me
Up there in my room alone 
Dad not calling on the phone 
Mom not home
No brothers or sisters in my ear
Just me and a CD player
And a CD from the era 
And a guitar too 
But I guess that you knew. 

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