DANBOY
Oh how deeply
I regret my impatience!
finding it hard
waiting here for centuries
for a poem
that will
not come
how much better
it would have been
to be
exactly like
my dear friend
Danboy
(or brother, or
brother’s keeper
or
something)
who moves with
such lightning speed
hesitating
for nothing
so fast he moves
between the moments
attains a speed
that cannot be
seen
by God.
SAME
found myself Christmasing
in the House of Led Zeppelin
my younger brother
having usurped my rock influences
and extended them beyond
my wildest imaginings
every page in the library here
resounds to Jimmy Page
guitar pyrotechnics
remember this solo, this lick,
this riff?
am cluster bombarded
with questions where I could not
be further from answering
seems like
from Tangiers to Birmingham
to Kashmir
the song is forever changing
only in the most abstract sense
ever
remains the same
poems 2 die for