Guitar God

Guitar God

A 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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There is so much to engage with here, Kenneth. Allusions to all sorts of texts and references that lead off on so many different journeys, all satisfying. Tremendous style and a very enjoyable read.

Posted 13 Years Ago


You have a amazing mind. I had to re-read to catch all the places you took me with your words. I enjoyed the movement and the desire of this poem. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


like it really like it keep on going !:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


i just joined this site, and have to say, this is my favorite poem i've encountered so far. good work :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Ha Rock on!! I love it. Excellent work..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


I see my knowledge of rock music is sorely lacking...but I did catch the few literary references! I felt something though...maybe it's the undeniability and the inevitability of rock to stir you up and drown you out and generally unsettle you, eh?

Posted 13 Years Ago


Awesome Ode to the rockers of a creative era...ever instilled in history....I grew up with a few you mentioned...nice enjoyable work Kenneth....

Posted 13 Years Ago


A story told in music and lyrics .To be felt and heard internally Music is another language like the emotions shone on a face just as emotion bespeaks fear happiness anger. music does in the melody what words do to the page .But music can do in 2 minutes what prose takes a novel to accomplish

Posted 13 Years Ago


God is the DJ, You are the music - Love is the dancefloor (unknown)

Posted 13 Years Ago


I see they caught you with a "Greatest hits of the..." 50's, 60's, 70's etc etc roncor or k'tell type commercial program. Chuckling here. Its like walkin' a mind-field with a broken 8 track player for company.

Take care Ken... don't get too-cute.

Chris

Posted 13 Years Ago



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