December 20, 2004

mi guitarra familiar

By Tony Brown

I see it
in the dim corner
of the room

strung with
heavy weight
shiny brass

there are scars on the neck
where the choker goes for
giving a song a new voice

the dark wear and slipshod binding on
its ovals and holes and curves
and the head like a bat’s wing opening

this sinister beauty is
enough itself
to stand alone

so what am I to it?
I am no instrument
no mover of air

truly neither singer nor song
neither cheers nor applause
just the rack that holds it up

when it has settled
into silence
I put it down

and lie awake thinking:
I am not music
enough for her

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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