Poems from j.garrison
Guitar is a gift,
Was a gift.
Playing until my fingers were red,
Eating mayonnaise on bread.
Guitar hurt,
Guitar told my story,
Guitar...
Controversial talks aren’t always what they seem
Getting to talk about Donald Trump?
Oh, what a joy!
What a dream.
But somehow I’ve began...
The mix
-er.
There seems to be
No common
fix-er
And the problem keeps multiplying
As soon as I start writing
My name down
On that sheet...
Apply.
Cry.
Repeat.
Apply.
Cry.
Repeat.
Applying to college,
Seems so awfully trying,
While I’m whining,
About something that seems,
So...