Rev. Willie G,
I hear it. Trust me I hear it.
The Truth.
In your:
Howl,
Notes,
Phrasing,
Pick attack,
Tone,
Bends,
Slides,
Harmonics,
Vibrato.
I hear it when you play.
Most of all,
I hear the truth in those spaces between….when you don’t play.
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Prop the door open
We feel safe from the dim crack
Now the monsters hide
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Sweet, brown, long neck beer
Do you job placating me
And let me have peace
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I packed your crib away tonight. Your tiny toe-head won’t be here to slumber anymore.
Filled a box with your toys.
Emptied 5 drawers of clothes.
I miss holding you against my chest while you twirled my hair, me patting gently on your back.
Your gibberish, that seemed such a genuine speech. The conviction in your face when you were telling me, whatever it was.
I can at least thank God, for what I got.
Goodnight, bubs. I miss you.
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Brick by brick this was built.
Grains of time, mix the mortar.
The blood and bones of pawns,
lubricate the machine.
The notches of the fallen,
all ghosts now.
My fortress is high,
constructed with great cunning.
Brick by brick this was built.
To save me from me.
To save me from you.
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