Without Music (A Poem)

 Nietzsche

was right on the money

when he said

Without music,

life would be a mistake

I’m sure old

 Friedrich would not have

been a huge fan

of The Clash

but I am and I play them

loud

loudly and louder

when I have the opportunity to,

usually

when everyone has left the building

the drums crack the walls a bit

and the treble rings in my ears

but it’s all good

tonight

alone with

razor blade telecasters

strumming the hell

out of the six wire strings

and that bass

(always back to the bass)

will end up in a

broken heap on the

stage soon after the last note

is played

and then

they will lay on the

destruction

debris flying everywhere

and all I can do

is applaud here in my room

being as how

I was born at the wrong time

to see them live

so Joe

your grumble and coughing

reggae roots kill me

every time

I pop you into the stereo

and you

alone make me feel

like a amphetamine high

shaking 

but I ain’t got the chills

(You know, don’t you?)

and so I have a

purpose

my ears were

simply born to listen to you

and I have done so

faithfully since I was

twelve

So…it’s now

officially

 Armageddon Time

the skies rip apart

 the ground cracks like a egg

and as all falls into

disorder

I will still have you

in my ear

and let it come

says I

let it come

I can handle anything 

   * Taken from my book Dead Hip*