Brian’sPoems

Heavy Metal

Allow me to describe how much I miss California and the warm desire...

Heavy metal speaks volumes to the black masses. (You should see how brilliant the players really are! A combination of Gershwin, Beethoven, Copeland with Vulcan’s fiery hammer, they rival the most serious musicologist.)

You can’t fool me with that sharp-ass smile and rolling left eye. The smell is a tearing yellow, wet leather, and I don’t remember your breath but I can see and hear you inhale, holding tight longer and longer until your lungs collapse and the sound in your throat grows louder and more excited. And I am reminded of your success in scaring me with that unanticipated response. For at that moment I realized why it is a man would build a castle for his bride, and why he would put it on the greenest rolling hills with ancient stones and the skillful mist everywhere clinging to the life that is her. Ah, but you paralyze my truest sense that lives on the edge of darkness and rages at the slightest injustice. Please don’t stop me before I write a song for those demons of leather. Simple lyrics are all they need, and for you who want the straight and forward song without conjunctions, well, I will kiss you. No more plain and simple can I be. Hopefully when I bite your lip so gently, the smell of your breath like the musk in a damp autumn forest will extinguish this burning desire to flee westward and wayward. For in that heavy metal song of Harvard Yard love is the elixir that will keep Nebraska poets and saguaro prophets from ranging toward the setting sun and the California Seductress.