Trenched somnambulistic tales and their requested highness approach plausibility. Pomp and attain able cane fingers to go tricky in quickening explanations - to smirch thought – fought atmosphere relaxing.
S’got squelch feeds itself the room and more. Low runners ends nigh, not hiss. Grapple the touchable to incur the “un.” Hear him pick and control un-seeable. *Armchair exploration into the saloon door swing ago.
Spiral’d tendril strummed (kneaded soil.) A one-bounce multi-signature event coming bloomy to mix re-percussive minor issues up and down the neck. Charged garrulous instance ruminating fixtures of movement, inclined intonation. Scratches splay out from that intentionality, carefully handled. *The sculpted and the debris.
Hush gallantry reciprocates breath and fog, gilding the downtown, basting screech bus stops sweet. Tender electric exaltations collide those not so.
An opalescent finger’s worth in the glass smatters an intersection of ears and throat from hands fingertips.
“Fill my reverse moat with this and succinct all in all who clamber to the divinitying board.”
Cool, coastal handless fingers knee jerk in exactitude this, the best sidewalk balderdash.
Distant doors swing out in time. Warble just so, to be sure, tip yr hat and the tender. Coming judiciously, an effervescent harmonic tonic. Rugged lover baited intricacies careful from the case. Rugged loved one dusted blues on coffee, spit, news, and cold water (a face dipped in the basin) “Love, did you remember the key?” Slipped eyes closed into a new one solo.
Knock fast your gentle droll. That’s On Point. Hold for release, such wet sweet inoculations of the home, the bar and sand and tales raged ‘tween ‘em all. Thanks. Up and down together. Oddly hollow misnomers glide intrepid syncopated. Glance dances rue. Strange strings beckon.
And by tomorrow the guitar, too, is older.
(I had imagined, as a kid, each trip up and down the slide were ascending and descending levels, not the actuality of going no where and pea gravel in my shoes.)
*As in, because something can, doesn’t always mean it will, or should. Restraint is often more powerful.
Beautifully-airborne. Zoned. Ground laden flight styles these guitar musings of John Zuma St. Pelvyn wrought from many a circumstance: water tower, insects, dogwoods and birds-- daylight and night skies. Fraught honest confusion. Indelible packaging and artwork (oversized case, full color double-sided art work, album info printed on vellum inside a bag of wood shavings.)
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