My husband's poetry

Category: music

  • open mic

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    cfblack
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    I sit behind you, your head bobs up and down your feet manipulate pedals sustain, reverb, percussion, a looper button welcomes a band inside your head I cannot see your fingers, your face, your mouth, eyes staring off in space how many hours of practice led you here to play for me, for them, for…

  • The craftsman

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    cfblack
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    He doesn’t miss a beat plays exactly as expected At the break You want to rearrange his kit force him to paint outside the lines 10-26-21