the instrument that he plays
is a bass
and I got it all wrong
until tonight
then I realized
that it fits his personality perfectly
all smooth curves
emitting a deep thrum
brown shellac wood
large like he is and
why did I not actually picture it
correctly until just
a moment ago
not knowing quite
how to feel
and this is a strange
upheaval of the senses
and this is a strange
revelation
so obvious in its answer
yet changes everything
and I fight a growing urge
to be bound within
the tight confines of his brain
the strings of love pulled taught
unveiling the maroon curtain
pulling away the burgundy drape
finding words in which to contemplate
this obscene existence
showing nothing
yet revealing everything while
carefully shoving my memories
somewhere deep in the
rhythmic trenches
where his somber music plays.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC
the instrument that he plays
is a bass
and I got it all wrong
until tonight
then I realized
that it fits his personality perfectly
all smooth curves
emitting a deep thrum
brown shellac wood
large like he is and
why did I not actually picture it
correctly until just
a moment ago
not knowing quite
how to feel
and this is a strange
upheaval of the senses
and this is a strange
revelation
so obvious in its answer
yet changes everything
and I fight a growing urge
to be bound within
the tight confines of his brain
the strings of love pulled taught
unveiling the maroon curtain
pulling away the burgundy drape
finding words in which to contemplate
this obscene existence
showing nothing
yet revealing everything while
carefully shoving my memories
somewhere deep in the
rhythmic trenches
where his somber music plays.
