The Narrow Edge
Snippets and Speculative Fiction
LUST
LUST
Oh the innocence of pure lust…
a sleek Les Paul and a stack of Marshall amps,
The desire to be a rock star,
Not for the sexual opportunities,
But for the approval,
The desire to be venerated…
The desire to belong.
A black and silver specked premier drum kit,
A invitation to be accepted as a nutter,
Because the beat you sold was rocksteady,
And every band needs a beat master,
I didn’t want to wreck hotel rooms,
I wanted to feel that buzz,
When everyone connected
to the groove.
A Fender Jazz bass sunburst,
Still sounds like pure pornography,
Standing with my back to the crowd,
attuned only to the buzzing beat of the drummer,
Smiling to each other as you become one.
Thumb and forefinger producing
A perfect reason for opposable thumbs.
Or even a mini moog synth…
Antiquated now but then a revelation,
Developing loops and…
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