I actually wrote this for the Carrot Ranch challenge in time, but didn’t edit or submit it in time. Things happen. 🙂
Let me know what you think. Sascha xoxo
Guitar God
I’ve worshiped at the altar of John forever, even named my Fender Stratocaster for him.
The nails on my right hand are longer than the nubs on my left. “So weird,” men say, raising my hands to compare. They don’t understand you need nails to pluck and nubs to pin strings.
I live, breathe guitar. Acoustic. Wailing. Staccato fingering. Mine. In dreams, my fingers sex strings.
At the festival, god John is a discreet onlooker.
Onstage, I leave this world, strumming, plucking emotions, making love to nickel.
I emerge. God John appears, respect in his eyes. I am subsumed.
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Sascha Darlington 3/28/2018
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
Sultry dreams wrapped up in multiple passions. Good flash, Sascha!
Thanks, Charli. I apologize for it being late. I had difficulties feeling comfortable with some edits. 🙂
I understand! I like to think of the weekly flash as jamming the way musicians do.
Thanks. And my brain and time don’t seem to be in sync lately. Something I must remedy.
Artists are not always in sync with time. 🙂 If you find the remedy let me know!