like Guthrie his
guitar screams
this machine
kills fascists
this guitar
is an animal’s bite
imperfect neck gripped
tight to sparse
applause for a
street busker
trying to change
the world
each measure
a fool’s gamble
might as well
ask the planets
change orbits
for a few coins?
a loose needle
some matches
a few bucks
in the guitar case
open like a mouth
in mid-phrase
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PAD #1: Fool | This Is Not a Literary Journal: Word Salad
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
image in that last stanza is spectacular!
Thank you!