bUddY's pOemS
HOW LOW CAN YOU GO?
I. PRE-GIG DICTUM
Amp aside
bass astride
Free your mind
reach inside
II. POST-GIG FACTUM
Praise the man who pampers
his bass
On a velvet interior of
a solid flight case
loosen the strings when not in use
wipe them clean; keep in
a cool, dry place
RAMBLIN' MAN
Buddy Zabala -- circa 1994
for fear to overtake my heart is far easier
than facing the fire of uncertainty
nor mending hurts of past
then building hopes of now
the near-famous Adam said something like
"white on white". I somehow feel
the same as a stick figure against
prison bars.
not that walls or traps befall me, hardly.
perhaps i imagine so.
one by one, thoughts of me shooting power pellets up
my nose, raindrops reflecting oceans in turmoil,
bedsheets turning into cling wrap, engulfing me,
smothering; and probably more of nothing I
can think of
perhaps it's nothing at all.
perhaps it is fear.
of fear itself?
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