these days
make me realize
my fingers
are beginning
to suck
like fish
not play
like i usedta
and my songs
o those songs
even shorties
seem long
even longer
than those one sided yes songs
in 3/4 then 5/4 then 17/8
o my fingers
po po fingers
even tho
students say
let me hear you play
i say no cuz this old man
needs to start practicin'
his dorian scales
gray.
i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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