the **** happened  to the band
at the drive-in?
they were
the mozart to
my crumpet...
     i've been dying to
write some fan mail,
but never did,
i'm no
m. d. chapman
in all honesty,
i'm guessing the same
fate as that of
the band rival schools
happened to them;
mind you,
i spotted american
head charge in their prime
with their 9 member "encore",
9 years later, shrunken,
cheeks exposed,
  from lady **** i-onine...
enfilade: mother leopard -
ten thousand coconut?
i'll be the hyena, you'll see.
gags and riches...
             we wait as lepers...
sieve through these lyrics,
as impressive
   as anything licking a riff...
the same barrage of sound as
a hendrix concert...
      didn't start clapping,
and certainly didn't start
to sing-along:
   the fuse when dead upon
reciprocation,
the every other bittersweet "alas".