THE BAND THAT WASN'T

You never know when it happens, especially when it
Does.

The endless guitar solo wouldn't surrender to
Decorum or anything like decency or even gravity.

When things on stage fall, they tend to break
Noses.

But instant gratification is deplorable regardless
Of the circumstance.

Did you hear what the drummer said when she
Overdosed?

Neither did I nor anyone else, sadly.

The solo should never have exceeded my expectation,
And it did, sadly.

Bronzed muscles, on the beach, are non sequitur, sadly.

Encore.

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Collaboration poem with Steve Roberts (slightly edited).