Green Day Yesterday
Billie Joe Armstrong,
Mike Dirnt, and Tre Cool
which trio known (the world wide web over)
as the band Green Day
composed lyrics and melodies
this listener did imbibe
analogous to downing musical fuel
no matter the lead singer
supposedly never graduated from high school,
yet raw bits of primal utterance
approximated talent galore,
which excessive indulgence
with amber liquids of the dogs
or flagrant downing
consciousness expanding material
filled the airwaves of soundstage and/or studio
with snapping, popping, and crackling
rhythmic synchronicity evoking images
of warm from a Yule tide burning log.
I (a common, easy going, generic kid)
spent childhood years
practicing the piano,
which tickling the ivory (way before
realization brought to my attention,
how elephants illegally poached and slaughtered),
for shear sporting whim
pounded the keys with vigor and vim
speculated at how dissimilar mine fate,
would possibly be if dedication sustained
to be a self driven task master
while mollycoddling the baby grand,
perchance me billfold and financial accounts
would not be extremely paltry and slim
reflected then and now, on one of those “what if...could a,
should a would a...” hypothetical queries
and wonders if Robert Frost enshrined and rim
mem bored viz signature ruminating
about “The Road Not Taken”
might fancy himself joining a seminary
(rather peculiar though from an atheist)
obeying behavioral edicts
(with no discipline required
from “religious fathers”proper and prim,
but un-natural suppression sans animal,
carnal, feral...predilections
finds thoughts quickly being
dismissing cuz of such restrained celibacy codas,
and even preferring to be dangling
(literally), and holding on for dear life
from a rather straggly limb
even clinging with diminishing strength
resorting to contriving a rip public kin battle Hymn
knowing likelihood for immediate salvation grim
er ring, and fading outlook Whatsapp eared dim
getting anxious, and minimally cautiously optimistic
that When September Ends piercing
me flesh with pellets of cold rain
grip upon the slippery bark will induce
greater anguish emotional pain
unsure if mine demise will be a cometh,
as grim reaper doth gain
another mortal, whose life cut short
will induce a gaping hole within thy family chain.
Copyright © Matthew Harris | Year Posted 2017
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