No One Poem by rich soos

No One



no one

hears the old music
washed in a river of blood
guitar on the chair

no one

hears the old guitar
washed in a river of blood
dying in music

no one

hears the dying
washed in a river of blood
voices are ignored


from Guitars (2001)

Saturday, December 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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rich soos

rich soos

Passaic, NJ USA
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