Verdict With Guitar
This rising isn't air
but cups and saucers
formed by the roundness
of their own evidence
In the same sense the trees
though not yet guitars
are testimony of their own music,
bending slightly
There are charts
to explain all this,
and circuits, disregarded
by the weight of their own separateness
Still, no agency can prevail, no dessert
served. Nothing implied
except circumstances
already broken
And so these used ideas
here worn like clothes
will be compensated, without apology,
by the softest chords of their instrument
-Jim Jarmusch