inbetween the bars
is joy
the clef the key

freedom stalks..
it is simple or
genius..

it is life
it is death-
round and round

it goes..
universe of  sound
and meaning..

hamsters are not known
for their care free boating
proclivities

they prefer to go round
and round-essentially-
land-lovers..

i travelled with one
he liked spaghetti
i recall his first

glimse of the sea-o-
little eye
evening star..

the theme to tales from
the riverbank-set me alight
it is a study from the classical period
put ambition in my heart-

i can´t recall-but it lasted a life-
time..giuliani or carulli..
hammy hamster on his boat
sailing happy..

i

i put on a set of strings on
my birthday-very fiddley
my guitar is kind of part  of me
i know a cliche but everyday

i love and carress her-she is named
paloma-not the kind of task
that is to be attempted-****** or
drunk..

really it is a mine-field..but if
you want a litany of complaint
look no further..
her pure wing..ruffle-she is old..

my dove..battered and broke
my little bird o
golden sun
another year..

ii

strings have deteriated
perhaps not in quality
but in presentation..

i berate the seemingly
loss of pride
and one is a little short

every generation..
is bought and sold
i deal with it..