The sirens’ rin(nn)g strip

out from the throat
and in a ravishing climb

throws
a hurricane on the tongue

and tremors in the lips.
The stage sh-shakes

and sweats out the drums’
rapid, heavy breaths

into a flood: SMASH!!
… Goes the multitude!
A sirens’ s-cream seared

into the night’s face, silence
set ablaze dies in a Fender’s

rrrAspey lick.
The stroke of midnight,

and a guitar ring (!!!!!)
rips through the crowd

in a lip quake,
heads ignite

and hands against each
other are knocked. One,
two,

Three

FOUR!
And in the rain

the guitars
rang!! !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Rain at the Woodstock Music and Art Fair 1969