"montrose" poems - Hello Poetry

Can I show you how beautiful you are? Can I take out the old photo albums and push my index finger into the faces, the places, and seas? I want to peel back the plastic and remove the square photographs from their sticky setting. I'm alluding to ideas that exist more formidably on the internet- there are no paper photographs, no sticky settings, there aren't even faces in the numbers; it's only ever been you or me. Some of my things are crooked. The strings don't work, the wires are twisted and make the sounds all come out funny. There's a strange buzzing everywhere, it's like Mickey's gray cloud, a cloud Koopa throwing spiked shells from Park Avenue beach to Montrose street. Everything is quiet, consuming, unassuming and still recalcitrant. I'm showing nothing to nobody. Coaxing storm systems and netting foul play and ***** tricks, with my pants around my ankles or my fly unzipped. I'm stinking of this stuff. These sudorific crevices on the insides of my thighs. I'm more or less always pacing. Rocking. Rolling. Small room I'm living room, cadavers I stuff my skinny fingers inside of- cold, wet hollow places I'm seeking skin covered gods in. I'm craving tastes and flavors. I'm looking at these pictures of me, of my face and the clothes I wore, the people that knew me. Where have I disappeared to? Every place that I went, every condition of my humanness has gone. Five minutes past my certainty, squirting hot molten magma from my **** my lips, and my fingertips. Hysterical thoughts and homily. I want just a hello. I want just a hello.

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Apr 26, 2014

Apr 26, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC

martin-narrod

hello.

Can I show you how beautiful you are? Can I take out the old photo albums and push my index finger into the faces, the places, and seas? I want to peel back the plastic and remove the square photographs from their sticky setting. I'm alluding to ideas that exist more formidably on the internet- there are no paper photographs, no sticky settings, there aren't even faces in the numbers; it's only ever been you or me. Some of my things are crooked. The strings don't work, the wires are twisted and make the sounds all come out funny. There's a strange buzzing everywhere, it's like Mickey's gray cloud, a cloud Koopa throwing spiked shells from Park Avenue beach to Montrose street. Everything is quiet, consuming, unassuming and still recalcitrant. I'm showing nothing to nobody. Coaxing storm systems and netting foul play and ***** tricks, with my pants around my ankles or my fly unzipped. I'm stinking of this stuff. These sudorific crevices on the insides of my thighs. I'm more or less always pacing. Rocking. Rolling. Small room I'm living room, cadavers I stuff my skinny fingers inside of- cold, wet hollow places I'm seeking skin covered gods in. I'm craving tastes and flavors. I'm looking at these pictures of me, of my face and the clothes I wore, the people that knew me. Where have I disappeared to? Every place that I went, every condition of my humanness has gone. Five minutes past my certainty, squirting hot molten magma from my **** my lips, and my fingertips. Hysterical thoughts and homily. I want just a hello. I want just a hello.

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Slashers Defined In response to my piece, Slashers, it was requested that maybe I could reveal at least which band or other info these great guitar players performed for to gain their claim to fame. I don't want to spend too much time on this defintion, but will give what info I think is pertinent. If you do not know some of the names I have presented to you, and you are a blues, rock, jazz, fusion guitar fan, I suggest you take the time to listen to some of their work. I have included some of my favorite incredible fusion players that do not have a super star following, but are renowned in their group of fans, probably mostly musicians to some degree. If you are a frustrated guitar player like I am, do not listen to the likes of Holdsworth, Johnson, Gambale, or Morse unless you love being tortured. Anyway on with the show. Eric Clapton – Yardbirds, Cream, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos. Jimmy Page – Yardbirds, Led Zeppe, The Honeydrippers, The Firm Jimi Hendrix – not only what is, but, what could have been Alan Holdsworth – Solo jazz fusion player – hot Steve Howe – Yes, Asia - Progressive rock, jazz – Bill Nelson – BeBop Deluxe, Solo Terry Kath – Chicago (25 or 6 to 4) – another sad early departure Ted Nugent – Amboy Dukes, **** Yankees – The madman Jim Krueger – Dave Mason Band – solo progressive rock Eddy Van Halen – Van Halen Ritchie Blackmore – Deep Purple, Rainbow Jerry Doucette – Doucette (Mama let him play) Eric Johnson – Solo – New Age, jazz Frank Gambale – Australian- Jazz, fusion, rock Goerge Benson – Jazz Larry Carlton – Jazz, new age rock Marc Farner - Grand Funk Railroad Peter Frampton – Humble Pie, solo Joe Satriani - New age – solo Johnny A. - jazz, new age – solo Danny Gatton – jazz, rockabilly – solo Chet Atkins – jazz, country John Mayer – Pop, blues – solo Neal Schon – Journey Steve Lukather – Toto Masyoshi Takanaka – New age, jazz – Japanese solo Lee Ritnour – Jazz, new age – solo Leslie West - Mountain, West Bruce & Laing Monty Montgomery – jazz, blues (accoustic you have never heard) Wes Montgomery – jazz 40's – 50's Phil Keaggy – New age Christian Robin Trower – Procul Harem Brian May – Queen Rick Derringer – Montrose, Edgar Winter Group, Steely Dan Robin Ford – John Mayall, Chick Corea, solo jazz, fusion, blues Carlos Santana – Santana Ronnie Montrose – Montrose Steve Morse – Dixie Dregs, Kansas, solo jazz, fusion Trevor Rabin – Yes, solo new age Gomer LePoet...

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Jun 10, 2010

Jun 10, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC

david-nelson

Slashers Defined

Slashers Defined In response to my piece, Slashers, it was requested that maybe I could reveal at least which band or other info these great guitar players performed for to gain their claim to fame. I don't want to spend too much time on this defintion, but will give what info I think is pertinent. If you do not know some of the names I have presented to you, and you are a blues, rock, jazz, fusion guitar fan, I suggest you take the time to listen to some of their work. I have included some of my favorite incredible fusion players that do not have a super star following, but are renowned in their group of fans, probably mostly musicians to some degree. If you are a frustrated guitar player like I am, do not listen to the likes of Holdsworth, Johnson, Gambale, or Morse unless you love being tortured. Anyway on with the show. Eric Clapton – Yardbirds, Cream, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos. Jimmy Page – Yardbirds, Led Zeppe, The Honeydrippers, The Firm Jimi Hendrix – not only what is, but, what could have been Alan Holdsworth – Solo jazz fusion player – hot Steve Howe – Yes, Asia - Progressive rock, jazz – Bill Nelson – BeBop Deluxe, Solo Terry Kath – Chicago (25 or 6 to 4) – another sad early departure Ted Nugent – Amboy Dukes, **** Yankees – The madman Jim Krueger – Dave Mason Band – solo progressive rock Eddy Van Halen – Van Halen Ritchie Blackmore – Deep Purple, Rainbow Jerry Doucette – Doucette (Mama let him play) Eric Johnson – Solo – New Age, jazz Frank Gambale – Australian- Jazz, fusion, rock Goerge Benson – Jazz Larry Carlton – Jazz, new age rock Marc Farner - Grand Funk Railroad Peter Frampton – Humble Pie, solo Joe Satriani - New age – solo Johnny A. - jazz, new age – solo Danny Gatton – jazz, rockabilly – solo Chet Atkins – jazz, country John Mayer – Pop, blues – solo Neal Schon – Journey Steve Lukather – Toto Masyoshi Takanaka – New age, jazz – Japanese solo Lee Ritnour – Jazz, new age – solo Leslie West - Mountain, West Bruce & Laing Monty Montgomery – jazz, blues (accoustic you have never heard) Wes Montgomery – jazz 40's – 50's Phil Keaggy – New age Christian Robin Trower – Procul Harem Brian May – Queen Rick Derringer – Montrose, Edgar Winter Group, Steely Dan Robin Ford – John Mayall, Chick Corea, solo jazz, fusion, blues Carlos Santana – Santana Ronnie Montrose – Montrose Steve Morse – Dixie Dregs, Kansas, solo jazz, fusion Trevor Rabin – Yes, solo new age Gomer LePoet...

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you snapped a photo that forever sits on your bedside, we kissed in front of a church, and I floated away. Where did I go?

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Jun 23, 2021

Jun 23, 2021 at 5:56 PM UTC

sugarplumfairy

One Night in Montrose

you snapped a photo that forever sits on your bedside, we kissed in front of a church, and I floated away. Where did I go?

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This town This town isn't so bad it's not the worst town that i've ever had I've been to the city I've been to the hills But there's no place like SUDS If you're going for thrills (c) 2010 *DISCLAMER: **** Suds

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Oct 2, 2012

Oct 2, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC

cyrus-james-goodhart

Montrose, Colorado

This town This town isn't so bad it's not the worst town that i've ever had I've been to the city I've been to the hills But there's no place like SUDS If you're going for thrills (c) 2010 *DISCLAMER: **** Suds

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I like the way the city looks in the rain we're sure gods sloshing through puddles you're holding my hand and letting go to things in the sky I hope to god we find our raincoats underneath our tolerance for **** on the next street over and the way our faces grow older with every black death on the television but this isn't living this isn't living, no. I like you grew up on tumblr and a father who drank enough to love you you're wounded but isn't our whole generation acting out our violences on television. If bad luck could talk she would drive me out of the city without saying a word. yes I know I'm a coward when it comes to keeping my word but I would marry her tomorrow If I could. vacating the tombs of Montrose Avenue and ghosts of the desert Simon & Garfunkel on the stereo shop windows reflecting an aching reckoning I like the way the city looks in the rain.

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC

ashley-moor

Montrose Ave

I like the way the city looks in the rain we're sure gods sloshing through puddles you're holding my hand and letting go to things in the sky I hope to god we find our raincoats underneath our tolerance for **** on the next street over and the way our faces grow older with every black death on the television but this isn't living this isn't living, no. I like you grew up on tumblr and a father who drank enough to love you you're wounded but isn't our whole generation acting out our violences on television. If bad luck could talk she would drive me out of the city without saying a word. yes I know I'm a coward when it comes to keeping my word but I would marry her tomorrow If I could. vacating the tombs of Montrose Avenue and ghosts of the desert Simon & Garfunkel on the stereo shop windows reflecting an aching reckoning I like the way the city looks in the rain.

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