Guitar God

He brought a gun and
she bought a stairway, and yet
they have the same name.

Derek Domino                    
pining for Layla, thirsting
for her cold water.

Tom Sawyer receives                
the electric treatment from
three Canadians.

Death heavy metal                
proudly pounds out the riffs so
the red fluid rains.

The Messiah is                    
a woman related to
roses made of stone.

A folk festival                    
is where the songwriter went
electric, first time.

A synthesizer                    
did not tarnish his work on
Nineteen Eighty Four.

Crossfire was not a                
political talk show for
this badass Texan.

Three other badass                
Texans, two with beards, and some
dark, cheap sunglasses.

A cartoon caveman                
holds the audience in a
massive stranglehold.

A sweet home harbors                
the deep-fried stainless city,
Pittsburgh of the South.

Pulling us under                    
with stellar vocals, stunning
lyrics, all theater.

The wayward children                
of today becomes sand grains,
lost to wind motion.

Milk and honey town,                
a sugar child calls this place
home, not a jungle.

The slumber monster                
arrives upon the setting
sun, about to strike.

The habaneros                    
of funk cover'd in tissue,
ragged and jagged.

Release the rock beast                
within, the guitar god wants
out and wants to jam.

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Cool!

Nice work Ken!

[InkSlinger]

Rock on.. great lil' twisting of the culture I grew up in, and many of my favorite tunes! Well contribed lil' confabulation..

[Brad]

you've opened my eyes to a new way to tell a story...you were right...i loved this!! nice job, ken