When The Poet Sings chords by L A Salami

In the verse he always repeats C and Am like this:

Strumming:
    C                 Am
    v ^ ^ v ^   v ^   v ^   v ^ ^ v ^   v ^   v ^
e|------0--0--0--0--0-----0--0-----0--0-----0--0--0--0--0-----0--0-----0--0---|
B|------1--1--1--1--1-----1--1-----1--1-----1--1--1--1--1-----1--1-----1--1---|
G|------0--0--0--0--0-----0--0-----0--0-----2--2--2--2--2-----2--2-----2--2---|
D|------2--2--2--2--2-----2--2-----2--2-----2--2--2--2--2-----2--2-----2--2---|
A|--3---3--3--3--3--3--3--3--3--2--3--3--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--2--0--0---|
E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------|

He often hammers on the D String when changing to the C and somtimes plays this little variation:

  Am
e|---------------------|
B|---------------------|
G|---------------------|
D|-----------0---------|
A|--0--3--2-----0------|
E|---------------------|

[Verse]
 C                Am
upon the autumn streets when the city is away
C              Am
on some lonesome quest for winter
C              Am
the man who sings his poems unravels his display
C               Am
and the neon spectrums turn to splinters
C              Am
and the nights are cold sometimes, but never for his pages
       C         Am
they don't sway against this wilderof the stage
C              Am
and the ageless battle cries I unearthed from my eyes
       C                Am
no longer writhe because the singing poet is wise


[Chorus]
  F                G
they said that love of mine won't wither
        Em             G
that time will bring a treasure trove of things
 F                G
and the shadows now are just a sliver
        Em
but still it stings
        F
but it doesn't matter
        C
when the poet sings


[Verse]
C              Am
under the smoky chimes of roll up cigarettes and rhymes
C              Am
beneath the ponds of makeshift filters
C                 Am
he told me that my sorries were really not worth their weight sometimes
      C        Am
and it was best to let them wither
C               Am
and though I've sung and rung those bells of innocence undone
     C     Am
with the side of the sun
C              Am
but within his song I sail amongst the sounds where sunlight fell
C         Am
when my experience begun
C             Am                C
and when I'm weather-worn the virtues of my mind have torn away
C             Am
and no such sounds won't stray


[Chorus]
  F                G
and if I keep my sorries they'll not wither
        Em             G
and time will bring a treasure trove of things
 F                G
and the shadows now are just a sliver
        Em
but still it stings
         F
but it doesn't matter
        C
when the poet sings


[Verse]
C                 Am
and when this drifting debutante Madonna's come of age
C              Am
and her days of youth are over
C                   Am                C
she and I will both surmise that the poet's song will brush aside this man
           Am
just as the infant's sorrows hold her
C                      Am
and on the day that I am slayed and by the colors of my mind betrayed
C           Am
on the silence of the stage
C                 Am
the poet's song will set apart and turn to flames my weary rungs
C            Am
and set my phenomenons ablaze


[Chorus]
  F                G
he said my charming death would wither
        Em             G
and time would bring a treasure trove of things
 F                G
and the shadows now are just a sliver
        Em
but still it stings
        F
but it doesn't matter
        C