And, I think, tuned an octave higher than it's supposed to be.
The strings are a whole centimeter off the neck.
And they are hurting my fingers more than usual.
That's all I do these days.
Play my guitar in the bathtub--I like the echo.
I am a bum.
A bum with a nameless guitar.
The end.
Geez, imagining that made me feel like a creep, but I blame you.
ReplyDeleteyou know, that would make a really cool poem: "the nameless guitar"
ReplyDeleteit's like a metaphor for life . . . somehow. . .
and my guitar's name is Bianca
you should name yours Cletus, or Clarence. yeah, i like Clarence