SHOW

SHOW

was worried about structure
until a reasping voice swore
blind that when it
came to structure
there
was no such thing

and so it is with chaos
its spokesperson’s voice
always intrusive, cutting
in out of nowhere

and then a male figure
with rock star locks
sidled up
troubled me with
a story of genesis:both
gods and men
from the perspecive of
this mad hybrid

as which ovetwhelming
narration my mind
began to reel
at thr prospect of a
world birthed out
of fractals and
populated by
such wine gods

most dangerous,, over the
edge fantastic influences
no one
nowhere near
the creative has
any reason to know

and thus
shortly before dawn
he, cajoled it out
of me
sat entranced and
appreciative, deadly
snake in his lap
enjoying the show

was
worried about structute
and all
in this world and the next
sure to embody
desire to bring
an end to it

MILLION WATT AMP

MILLION WATT AMP

I espied Apollo there
with his lyre

or maybe an
old banjo from dust bowl
heartlands

I am no
expert on music though
strolling through the stadium
with his
half-brother Dionysos

both exchanging at that moment
a sort of knowing smile

my guy
wondering what it might sound
like and,
more importantly, what
that sounds might do
to the
structures of
society

if it were seriously electrified
Marshall amped up to the max
(not ten
       but eleven)

fuzz-boxed, wah-wah pedal led
and shaking the foundations
of Heaven
through
       something close
to a million Watts.