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A Brother’s Grip
Some nights I see a shadow
play on your guitar
in the corner of my room,
and can almost hear
your bottleneck slide
gliding under my pillow.
Still hours until daybreak…
a soundtrack of rain
keeping the beat
as I lie half awake
watching your silent movie
unspooling on the ceiling.
A Brother’s Grip
Your damned old songs
still haunt me hard.
Night after night
I almost see your shadow
hovering over your guitar
in the corner of my room;
I very nearly hear
your bottleneck slide
under my pillow.
Still hours before morning-
a soundtrack of rain
keeping the beat
as I lie awake watching
your silent movie
unspooling on the ceiling.
A Brother's Grip
You’re like an old dog
wagging its tail at my door,
begging to come in,
but my drunken feet struggle
in the too early morning,
so I shuffle back
undercover- nearly hear
your bottleneck slide in
a solo, under my pillow-
still feel the familiar grip
of your hand; the stinging whip
of your tongue.
Watching your silent movie
unspooling on the ceiling,
it’s hard to picture you gone.
Brotherly Love
You’re like an old dog
wagging its tail at my door,
begging to come in,
but drunken feet struggle
in the too early morning,
so I shuffle back undercover.
I thought I could hear you
playing guitar, sliding in
under my mind-
my ears become dumb bells,
the weight of you doubled
inside my head.
Your shadow leans in too close
to my pillow, catching my breath,
asking if you can borrow it.
I can almost feel the strong grip
of your hand; the stinging
whip of your tongue.
Watching your silent movie
unspooling on the ceiling,
it’s hard to picture you gone.
