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
///
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.
Discover more from Coyote Mercury
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
image in that last stanza is spectacular!
Thank you!