The lure of the guitar enthralled me.
I would rest the sunburst cherry ESP stratocaster
on one thigh and the stereo headphones
on my ears.
Fingering frets and plucking the strings,
I indulged in melodies after a night of waiting tables.
as though
solos changed lives
electric swoon
But the enticement of language seduced me all the more.
How my words incarnated the the subtleties
I intuited but could not conceptualize.
How the musicality of guitar solos
so effortlessly flowed
through every line of poetry
I poured out on each page.
and yet
lyricality
trumped all
Thus I walk the way
of poetry, not music.
bearing
the truth through words
barding
Frank J. Tassone 
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