Wrote this yesterday instead of cooking a proper dinner.
Still a work in progress.
Centred
2005
Knees slightly bent, body lightly curved around
his guitar, held close, vital
Elegant fingers on the Telecaster's neck
lift and slide and press
Long thumb and finger delicately pinch
the plectrum
Face an intent mask
mouth a concentrated line of presence
and eyes lost in love with it
Sound surges up his spine, through his chest, shoulders, head,
into his eyes, into his hands on body, neck, strings, pick
and by magic he understands, wire and amp and wave
and magic he doesn't understand, music-magic
into listeners and band and back
into his ears, his body, into the walls and into everything
Janet
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Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Poems at Proximity:
http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
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