It can only get verse

By Parson Thru

Thu, 20 Mar 2014
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Sometimes I feel like grabbing the guitar by the neck

and wrapping it round the wall

Then I realise it’s not the guitar’s fault at all

 

And I think what a sad sight it would make

in the morning

So I take the whole thing as a warning

 

It’s just tiredness – and the situation in which I appear

to be caught

A simmering Saturn V of ambition, come to naught

 

So I put the guitar in its case and turn out the

living-room light

And head to the bathroom for a bed-time shower

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by blackjack-davey on

i like the image of the guitar coffined up and the light turned out. Death.  There's something magical about guitar hard cases with green velvet plush interiors-- i'd like to be buried in mine

glad you didn't smash the flying V.  I can sympathize... there are days when you play and notes are still and unconnnected and then days of fluidity because someone nice is watching. you should post a photo

 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi BJD. Sorry it's not a flying V. It was a simmering Saturn 5. I like the idea of being buried in the case. Might entail a modicum of dismemberment. Up for that if someone is willing to step up to the job. Thanks for sharing those thoughts. :-)

Parson Thru

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

An enigmatic kind of a poem, PT.  Used to feel the same about my violinsmiley  I just stick to the piano nowadays.

Tina

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

You should clean the keys more often, Tina. :-) x

Parson Thru

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Sorry! :-)

Parson Thru