Rock-and-Roll Haikuby Michael Channing
"No one understands
How hard it is to be me,"
Mick told his chauffeur
I am listening
To Kraftwerk, dancing inside,
Not moving at all
Guitars do not weep
Which is probably why mine's
Now in therapy
Without the makeup
Or the costumes and fake blood
They just don't sound right
Rock stars do know best
So listen to everything
Kurt Cobain mumbles
We once picketed,
Fists high with this song playing.
Now it's in beer ads
All the girls swooned for
A guy who could play guitar.
I took up the bass
Despite what all songs
Insist within their verses,
Girl and world don't rhyme
That first perfect song
Threw open my mind and heart
Still echoes inside
Out in the garage
Broken speaker and ten strings
Planning our world tour
Alone in my room
Boom box cranked to eleven
No one hears me cry
Long Live Rock
