
Ok. now this i'm going to have to think about. First, i must google the ninths.
The image i love is the bathtub guitar. That struck me...
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More in Poems White noiseSilent scream of the artist unleashed Muffled and squished into bathtub guitar This prince knows of the space Cracks and crevasses between the peaks And valleys of sharp ninths He can’t use them as the humid wave Settles down and the flattened whine Squeaks through the cone and is received By the masses ![]() Ok. now this i'm going to have to think about. First, i must google the ninths. The image i love is the bathtub guitar. That struck me... |
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