Saturday, September 9
running around amok like nobody's business
a small room;. a chair
tell a story, recite a poem
sing a song, play the guitar
anyone can write a poem
anyone can play guitar
anyone can sing a song
not anyone can sit on that chair
to be the centre of attention
to be seen, to be heard.
we're all invisible sometimes
as silent observers
sometimes the observer turns observed
unaware, nonetheless still watched......
crazy horses!
flipping your heads to the same beat
covering and covering your face with straggly hair
jumping up and down in sync
running amok like nobody's business
phallic obsessions in playing the guitar
thumping drums like a madman
ultimate gayness between guitarists and vocalists
deep sexy voices and albino blondies!
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