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Air Guitar
by V. Blakeya gotta admire the disdain
i still manage to muster, or bluff
when ya tell me there ain't no love songs left
in those broken-down hands of yours,
but i guess i can't really blame ya
if ya can't learn to trust emotion
in a world that'll sell ya fifty feet of razor wire
for the price of a guitar string.
but man,
they just don't write 'em like that anymore. 08/20/2010 Posted on 08/20/2010
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/21/10 at 12:23 AM As you breathe on the picture, you're sharp on the sound, Vince. ♪ ♫ |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 08/21/10 at 01:57 AM "...in a world that'll sell ya fifty feet of razor wire for the price of a guitar string." - love this.
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| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/21/10 at 01:12 PM Heh. Thank God we got you writing this stuff then. Awesome write, sir. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/21/10 at 04:15 PM ..." learn to trust emotion
in a world that'll sell ya fifty feet of razor wire"...the whole drift of the pome is right-on, yet that line is soooo heavy duty. i concur with the Gabe.
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| Posted by Anita Mac on 08/23/10 at 02:52 AM Not my favorite voice, but I like it. Short and poignant though, which makes the voice fitting. Overall, I'm a fan. |
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