the callouses are forming on my fingers

again &

it means: pictures of performing in front of you.

wowing you

with a simplistic chordal pattern that somehow,

possesses soul.

as i begin pasting these images all over town

a kid emerges

steadfast from the pavement. ‘does your drummer

play a double-kick?’

he intones & sure enough there is a blank spot on the

200 dpi scans.

i hadn’t thought things through. rather than do so i discard

the narrative.

in fact, never begin it. the kid will live with me now – i will

teach him the ways

of the world & how to choose an amp. he will surely

grow up & take over

my future business, he will not miss his family. you know this.