5 cents blowing in the wind</u
Submitted by fraturday23 on Sun, 09/15/2002 - 3:00am.
over a pulsing guitar at yonge & eg
blackened & bruised fingers
prod & press out
five cents worth of broken
beatles melody.
ìif only i had my amp,î
the boy tells me,
as soft notes are seized,
tossed up & scattered
by sweeping tides of wind.
feeling for some leeway
he crouches closer to the sidewalk.
his dark hair soaring
as ears wrench away
grasping for the sounds
that leak away
with each gliding stroke he takes,
slipping further into bursting
mystification.
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