Wednesday, 29 January 2014

a sixty eighth poem...'albuquerque'

Neil recorded
Some guitar, one
Foot in a bucket of
Cow poop;
Then he hollowed
Out a buffalo’s
chest, and inserted
A sound desk –
This made the
Engineer smile.
And yet,
Neil’s wish to
Have the drum skins
Covered with vacuum-
Sealed ham n’ eggs,
Was to prove
A step too far.

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