Rockpoem

ROCK-POEM


by Azly Rahman



i fell asleep one evening when the band was playing

in a new york city jazz club and in my slumber i think i was meditating of the shape of the universe as it plays the sound of the newtonian spheres in the wasteland of the uncharted frontiers of my surrealist dada-ist consciousness that is still grappling with the question if it wishes to be reality or an appearance as
it sits looking at the wall in the cave where socrates and his pupils congregate ...



there was a stairway to heaven

where the dust in the wind could be seen

smoke on the water rises up

excuse me while i kiss the sky i heard socrates say



i am but a soldier of fortune

searching for that black magic woman

in a city we build on rock and roll

where time is measured in rock of ages



i have become a highway star

a child in time

a stormbringer

a machine head



all these as i clench my soul

and look into the eyes of the poet neruda

and grab rimbaud by the neck

to force words of the divine out of him



rolling stones we have become

who.. who the hell ... is the quadrophenia of my generation

that brown-eyed girl

they called "maria maria" of a sonnet of the sage santana



ahhh ... while my guitar gently weeps

as I let everything be

and imagine the long and winding road that leads to the yellow submarine

of a yesterday in memory of michelle ma belle

i bathe myself in the poetry of rumi

and in the pentatonic oceans of that profound harmony

of a django rheinhart

in the shelters of many a gypsy



i shall continue to close my eyes

while the music plays on

and while everything around me

smells like teen spirit

and each soul searches for nirvana

in bohemian rhapsody

where death on two legs aplenty

roam this fragile world eternally



i bid goodbye

to my rockpoem ...