misery and bounty,
a demi semi quaver apart,
the note the singer misses
is the one that grabs my heart.
the finch that wanders
the archipelago,
a rogue who searches
the galapagos,
perhaps to find a stormy lover
perched on a thorny isle.
..............
back door stories sung
in smoky bars
with whisky voices
and scratched guitars,
a dying string,
reaching for the notes
that sting.
like the wind blown finch
who sings his arpeggio
when all his love's in vain.
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