Guitar GodA Chapter by Kenneth The Poet
He brought a gun and
she bought a stairway, and yet they have the same name. Derek Domino pining for Layla, thirsting for her cold water. Tom Sawyer receives the electric treatment from three Canadians. Death heavy metal proudly pounds out the riffs so the red fluid rains. The Messiah is a woman related to roses made of stone. A folk festival is where the songwriter went electric, first time. A synthesizer did not tarnish his work on Nineteen Eighty Four. Crossfire was not a political talk show for this badass Texan. Three other badass Texans, two with beards, and some dark, cheap sunglasses. A cartoon caveman holds the audience in a massive stranglehold. A sweet home harbors the deep-fried stainless city, Pittsburgh of the South. Pulling us under with stellar vocals, stunning lyrics, all theater. The wayward children of today becomes sand grains, lost to wind motion. Milk and honey town, a sugar child calls this place home, not a jungle. The slumber monster arrives upon the setting sun, about to strike. The habaneros of funk cover'd in tissue, ragged and jagged. Release the rock beast within, the guitar god wants out and wants to jam. © 2011 Kenneth The Poet
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Added on September 27, 2011Last Updated on September 27, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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