I was
Shoddily constructed
Paper board
Glue
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Latex strings
All separately collected
Squirreled away
In a jar
Waiting
To wrap around my
Folded torso
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Snap them
Hear the hollow
Notes play
Twanging away
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Two holes
One for the echo
To escape
One for my
protruding paper tube
Neck
Jammed down inside
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Joint
Taped up for strength
Lines running
Opposite
Real instruments
Strapped up on display
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I am a facsimile of
Instrumentality
Made by a kindergartner
Desperately
Plucking out a
Symphony
On rubber strings
While peers
Were given Fenders
To smash and play
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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Ohhh this is clever and raw at the same time! 👏The imagery of hollow notes and taped-up joints hits just right.