Friday, October 2, 2015

My Diddley Bow

My jitterbug, my monochord zither,
What sobs can I draw out of you today?

Everything that happened, stays unhappened.
The only philosophy that can work

Moans in its chains and grooves like the sea
Moments before the tsunami comes back.

Take Elmore James over Elmore Leonard.
Taking sliding groans over mysteries.

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