nineteen

I was listening to Drastus,
but I was thinking about girl groups throughout history:
the Shangri-Las, the Chiffons,
Tiger Trap, Slant 6.

On my neighbor's front lawn, hiding behind a bush,
I was listening to Drastus, trying not to look conspicuous.
I was thinking about how I can only name two women in extreme metal:
Angela Gossow, and that other one.

See what I mean?
I was digging a tunnel to China next door,
but I was thinking about the Gaia, and about Submission Hold.
Bands who might have played black metal

except that the whole scene isn't set up that way.
I didn't think Drastus
could really be held resonsible for the whole phenomenon.
But I wondered what, as an individual

making music with which to destroy sunrise,
he might think
if he ever thought
about sex and music and boys and girls in love

and how it all fits together. I was thinking about this, yes,
heaping up dirt on one side of the now-considerable hole in the lawn,
and about how sooner or later
somebody was gonna turn fink and call the cops.