Light My Fire.
One strident crash of drums,
Fingers race across a carnival organ,
The lean torso
supple in leather,
enfolds the mike stand like a snake.
Apollo deigns to sing to us
of bodies in heat and dying,
and promises delayed too long,
while the amplified strings
lay down tracks for Nirvana.
Soaring, screeching for release,
Their jazzy lines converge and climax.
The ending rumble of the drummer
brings silence. Electric relief.
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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