First

it never held tune
it never sounded great

it broke
again and again

i would toss it then
fish it out

tighten the bolts on the neck
restring it

it was blue and chipped black
an outrage to be posed with

when I was fifteen that
was all that mattered

it got me close enough
to close enough

to rock and roll
for the first time

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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