Posted by Atticus on September 25, 2004, at 16:03:50
Dedicated to Johnny Ramone, 1948-2004
Adrenaline Soup
Sweetly singing chainsaw slices to the eardrum
Carving luscious gushing gashes
As gorgeous as Gershwin on crystal meth,
A riotous and pious Rhapsody in Red
Composed from raw ragged dripping sweetmeats,
Soaring musical missile epistles
Etched in throbbing bebopping gristle
That send crimson tides of steaming notes
Running through cerebellum crenellation gutters
Until ruby teardrops
Of diamond-hard guitar riffs
Trickle down through rusty thirsty grates
To patter on the snouts
Of sewer alligators waiting below
Who lick their ravenous stiletto-studded chops
At the flavor of fleshy chords
Stripped from dreamily screaming bone
By the fleet and angry phantom fingers
Of freshly dead Johnny Ramone.Two-minute seething CBGB anthems
Launch debauched
Primal red blood-cell oceans
Teeming with harsh and pitiless
Predator’s emotions
As I slither, hissing,
Down the Bowery’s fractured sidewalk savannah,
Adorned in serpentine scales of reflected light
Seen in the midnight sheen
Of my leather motorcycle jacket,
Sporting a don’t-fu**-with-me
Cobra’s hood of spiked spines upon my scalp,
Listening internally to Joey’s wailing loco vocals
As he takes the spectral stage
With Johnny and Dee Dee to passionately demolish
Rock and roll ruffles of baroque and bland
Sonic polish,
Manic atomic Mozarts of mayhem
Plucking at the guts
Of Manhattan’s sinewy strings.Howling punk banshees eternally audible
In the steel-on-steel screech
Of rails and subway wheels,
In the clatter of T-rex rats
Tipping metal trash-can lids,
In the chanting ranting panting curses
Unleashed like staccato bursts
Ten thousand times every minute
Of every hour of every day,
In the guttural groans of dying junkies
And the gasping moans of sweat-slicked lovers,
In the restless wolfish stalking steps
Of steel-toe-booted brooding wandering poets,
In the outstretched hands of prone cold lost souls
I step absently over in the asphalt alleys,
Lost in the thunder and the wonder
Of pure unbridled rhythmic rapturous madness
And million-volt lightning-bolts cast
By four grimy Brooklyn-born basta*d sons of Zeus.
And only Marky’s left, still sucking air,
As the sizzling City boils and roils onward,
Playing their songs dusk to dawn,
A heavenly cacophony,
Adrenaline soup to nourish
All the teeming, screaming Roswell aliens
Who tread at society’s sharp sharp edges,
Listening for a tune, looking for a dance.
-- Atticus
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