Feelings of a veteran rock star. |
Hard rock my game, I have the name of Jagged Johnny Ray; for many years I’ve entertained from Boston to L.A. My records have gone platinum with sales throughout the land; I am the famous singer of a heavy metal band. It is my bread and butter as I walk out on the stage; I play guitar as a rock star despite advancing age. A lot of people ask me how I feel night after night; because I feel a rush I have to say it feels all right. I will admit, even today, the feeling is electric; like currents AC DC, with sources so eclectic. I find I am astonished at the genesis of spark; for on the lighted stage I play the concerts in the dark. So often there’s good feelings from the bottom of my heart; I cry Yes! when I know the show of metal soon will start. It seems I need more air supply when breathing air is thin; all faces free, expressing glee, a plethora of grin. The doors that rock have opened has elated me no end; I try to keep my ego checked yet I will not pretend. The clash of ego with the humble sometimes is a strain; but even so rock rhythms flow--I play the riffs again. Deep purple lamps and powered amps surround us day to day; we war the easy listening and country music play. I feel the wings beneath my feet as amplifiers blare; there is a tingle in my spine as all the groupies stare. It’s not cold play that prods my pick, but that which glows like sun; my metal chums feel like I do because we think it’s fun. One time we played in Kansas where we thought it was laid back; but red hot chili peppers seemed to be the choice of snack! (The audience was fired up, like they had snacked on flame; as we approached crescendo they began to chant our name. It was no cheap trick to disrupt, no trickery indeed; the raucousness within the crowd was simply concert creed.) The kinks begin to take their toll as time continues on; Earth, wind and fire still remain--my face is getting drawn. Yet I am he who keeps his fingers nimble on the fret; like tapioca and ice cream, hard rock makes my mouth wet. Rock’s journey has afforded me an ardent-flutter-thrill; each night I see the lighted stage which I and band-mates fill. And like the sole survivor of a ship lost in the sea, upon the lighted stage I feel the life rock gives to me. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp June 7, 2013 There are 25 Rock groups (though not all hard) mentioned in this poem. Send me a list of all 25, and I’ll send you 1000 gift points. (If you get at least 20, I’ll send you 500 points.) |