raggaton I don't understand;
I only want to see her whale
tail as a prelude to romantic
evenings spent rocking on
the porch nodding off to the
sun setting & the cold moon
rising to meet the cold stars;
heavy metal I don't understand
why you must smash mirrors
on the roof when there's a good
hard pavement below; the girls
want to eat from the food truck  
where the food is unrecognizably
psychedelic; I couldn't put a
woman in my mouth who'd eat
such things; but I'll put her in my
pocket & walk away & sell her
in the back of the schoolyard;
make-out music I don't under-
stand when the girl puts her many
arms around me & squeezes; O
why did I fall in love w/ a squid;
classical music I don't understand;
Mozart was a gambler & a drunk,
Beethoven was just ****** all the
time yet they coaxed & forced
sounds from the crude medieval
harpsichord & dulcimer & what
would they have done with Moogs
if they had had them; Wagner w/
a wah-wah pedal would have
changed the world into a dance
party & the new world would have
been a place where people came
to dance their ***** off; Indians
on drums; African harmony &
Greek chorus call & response;
howling at the high moon we
would be Americans & our skins
painted the color of sin &
redeemed in Wichetaw where the
ghosts of the 7th Calvary rise
out of the greasy grass to greet us
& we dance w/ the spirits of
Indian maidens who look for all
the world like the glade nymphs
of home shouting a bluesy rock
and roll I can at last understand