Frank Zappa
proved he was no rapper
instead, he wrote don’t eat the yellow snow
where the Huskies like to go
Categories:
zappa, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
The Old Zappa song
"More trouble every day"
plays on in my head
every time I turn on the news
and see more trouble every day
as Frank Zappa noted so many years ago
"no one can delay
the trouble coming every day"
Frank Zappa died too soon
before the horrors of the Trump era
that he would have foreseen
if he had lived on
he was truly a prophet
crying in the wildness
while making money
as" an over night sensation"
as he saw the "slime
oozing out of the TV sets"
he proclaimed that we will do what we are told
for the rights to us have been sold
And Jesus too
has been sold
to the highest bidder
nothing but a business deal
in America
the land of the constant deal
where everything and everybody
is nothing but a commodity
to the masters of the universe
and so I turn off the TV
and realize that as Zappa
once sang so many years ago
"the torture never ends"
"the torture never ends"
Categories:
zappa, america, angst, anxiety, nonsense,
Form: Free verse
Quite the guitarist!
He offended just about everyone
But he made some interesting points
He is gone now to his eternal rewards
Which he probably didn't believe in
That was his right of course
And strangely enough for a rock star
He wasn't into drugs
NECCESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF INVENTION!
Categories:
zappa, character, memory, music, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Tiny marimba pinwheels rotate,
Under flippant bass.
A poodle barks...
A barrage of dissonant sounds,
Melodies played backwards...
Then the music stops.
A ambivalent sneer,
As sounds rush around
Taking cover from
a blitzkreig of odd meters...
A mournful solo
filled with arabesques..
a sonic fart.
Demented cartoon music
turns into
atonal distance
turns into
rock star psuedo-blues
turns into
elegant, triumphant arpeggios.
Good night , Frank
Wherever you are.
Categories:
zappa, music, music, music,
Form: Free verse