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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 05/2012
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JOHN ABBOTT The Last Psychedelic Band The last psychedelic band is gone the tye dye and thai sticks and their failed though brave notion of peace (the idea that bliss means jamming out and letting go) gone with them. But a million groups take their place heed their call playing druggy bass lines over techno beats struggling with their modernity this wash of cables fiber optics transmissions through the ether Their solace comes from the belief that they can control something most can’t even touch. Guru He plays his music on a guitar with twigs holding the strings in place at the bridge. he strums broken chords with dimes bummed from strangers who dig his Jesus sandals and the little wilted flowers tucked in to the footstrap. His songs feature blues progressions, winding tales of the places he’s been benches where he’s slept dumpsters he’s dived into in search of food and clothes to keep him warm through Michigan winters. But sometimes it’s hard to find him because he never stays at the same park or shelter for long so those folks that follow his music must search the city till they find him, that man whose songs make the way they live seem normal, if only for a minute John Abbott is a writer, musician, and English instructor who lives with his wife and daughter in Kalamazoo, Michigan. His stories and poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Potomac Review, Georgetown Review, Chiron Review, Arcadia, Underground Voices, Atticus Review, upstreet, Tipton Poetry Journal, and many others. He recently completed his first book of poems. For more information about his writing, please visit www.johnabbottauthor.com |
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