Literature
How I Fell In Love With Early Metal
I wasn't just born
To be wild,
I was named for it.
Wasn't my era,
The whimsical
Psychedelic age...
You can sit
Watching flowers in the rain
Or gazing up at Waterloo sunsets...
I'm more interested in
Sayin' hello to Susie,
See,
That girl's really got me.
But then came the thickened haze,
The mutant blues
And progressive ways...
And now,
Now she belongs to me
And oh how
I have become
A walking antique,
Living in the past,
Bleached by the sunshine of your love
And scorched by the God of Hellfire.
Started living in '96
But came alive in '69,
Screaming for shelter
And the chance to be your dog.
Fractured poetry recitals
In a Crimson Court,
Flut
