guitar lines - the kind i cannot play
i had a man once sing to me and ask
me why it was not real. what could
he do - to make it real. he sang and
he knew the song fell flat: he was tall
ok looking, i was short, ok looking -
we tried - did not fit. we lived across
the street from the other, visited and
played chess - we even tried to sleep
together: i just laid there like nicely
dressed furniture: he did not ask again
he tried to be there. i could not be - i
did not want to be: i was young, took
what i needed and left: i'm afraid life
has a way of taking and we of learning
i never need to see him again, nor have
him play for me - i rarely think of him
less i pass by cardboard or a man wants
to play his guitar for me - i am afraid
the song would fall flat. in fact i know
it would: seems i have not learned enough
