Do you recall
A guitarist,
–Garcia–
He had a big beard,
And he played far too loud?
Garcia?
I think so,
Tho I’ve heard
Mendoza.
The records were lost
When we moved to the moon.
Guitarist?
So, rock?
Well, more of
A choogle
Or lope,
Limping skip,
Or a bomb-dee-bomp pace.
And he had
A band.
With a name like
Led Zeppelin.
The Somethings or Bigfoot:
Some dumb shit like that.
Earthborn?
Of course.
That’s a long time ago.
When the skies were not scorched,
And the rivers could flow.
Here is your problem:
You live in the past.
When there was a future,
And things built to last.
Where villains got punished,
And justice prevailed.
And poems ended nicely,
But they just don’t fucking do that anymore, do they?
I still recall
A guitarist,
–Garcia–
He had a big beard,
And he played far too loud.
“Andy?”