|party napkin, found in Charlottesville, VA|
a bright yellow Volkswagen
for sale on the side of route 29 South---
& i am back in the seat, feel the road
through my feet---the first time we
hear Pearl Jam, before everyone knows
them, on Charlie's cassette, knob twisted
tight to the right, static
crack in the speakers
we could not, sing louder---
Of wolf and man, Metallica, the black
album slayed it, Lost Boys soundtrack,
found Everybody Knows remixed Cohen
by Concrete Blonde---Pump(ing) Up the Volume,
Efilnikcufecin, Locked the cellar door, so bA-by
talk dirty to me--whip crack, Faster Pussycat
up the Zeppelin bootlegs, as Twisted Sister
Bangs our heads
we were amethyst stardust in the onyx,
wearing our immortality like "Hello,
my name is" badges, writing reckless
songs late on the headstones of our history
Thumb, mental polaroids like a flipbook
of the night they pull that Bug
from b'neath the tractor trailer truck
your sister limp in the hug of your arms
hoping she lives---ah, shit---we're f--k'd
band broke up when you slept with my girl
whatever---the cost on the For Sale sign,
i get enough as we pass to know
i don't need that---now,
but the music made in those seats,
[sing] It's not whatcha got, it's a-what you give.
It ain't the life you choose, it's the life you live.
It's only what you give. Only what you give.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Note: Closing lyrics are to 'What You Give' by Tesla, who were the first band I ever saw live, opening for Poison.
Over at dVerse today, Stu McPherson is controlling the juke box---i mean poetry prompt---and is passing out quarters for you to play your favorite song or sing along, or just listen to the music. Doors open at 3 pm today.
Also dipping in at Poetry Jam. & condolences to the family of MCA of the Beastie Boys who passed away from cancer yesterday.