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the guitar

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my guitar lies
stuffed in coffin case
muffled screams
echoes of blues haunt me from it
in the corner of the room;
it cries for things far away
Jimi's long vodoo fingers
the haunting hum of Drake
the long bow of Page
crying screaming the blues
it speaks to me too calling calling
softly Todd Todd
it screams of long memories
of soft strumming loud rollicking blues
by the lake, under trees, in the park
sweet yearning aching notes and solos
the hum of my voice
the strummm
I am afraid to touch it.