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Created on: August 14, 2010
"Hai'n Kamikaze"
( I am the Wind)
traverse the dark matter of the backstage void
who the hell selected that intro music?
tred amidst a maze of signals and snakes
before the striking of the skin-shrinking spotlights
Hoi Polloi in the great theatre of Budokan
the contract stipulates what I say everyday:
you take off your top and give me ten dollars,
and I'll shout at you behind an electric guitar
tonight's opener was the close of the last show
which was nine-thousand miles away from now
origami -Japanese for "multiple orgasms"
is an unfamiliar crowd that's chanting my name
shred the lead that I wrote while licking a werewolf
surely no mortal has ever played like this
they're all mesmerized, rooted to the floor
no one moved until the kick-drum kicked in
"Kim-mere-here-here-here!" I gesture at them,
"I'll let you in on a secret.....I know."
back band rhythm as tight as an ear drum
and every bit as slick as sweet almond oil
the crowd becomes a single organism
blob-like, writhing, contorting in seismic waves
and evoking the most peculiar of vertigo
down somewhere swelled the size of a softball
batting out the anthems both new and old
I think the greatest honors are always phonetic
there is no single greater human capacity
than fondness for one whom you've never even met
ignore the revealing under the colored lights
it's like making love in a big room full of people
I know exactly how the great Pharoah felt
as he commanded thunder, lightning, and rain
temperence is dissolved through admittance
and I know if I have the power -I'll use it!
watch the ships sink and the buildings fall down
the crowd-creature will ALWAYS ooze right back here
a storm of entities who lend you their breath
a massage of heartbeats too many to count
a cooling salt from the osmosises of life
an orexis carried forever on divine wind
I will treasure every moment in memory
somewhere in my mind this will never end
spread my arms to embrace you all, dear friends
because a piece of my life will always live here
thank-you, bless you, and I love you
and I hope one day we can meet again
all great fortunes found in far away places
are always close inside of a life worth living
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