Rock me with showers of screaming angels.
Rock me with torn strings of nail-clawed guitars.
Rock me with power of melting angles
in Dali’s art, with wretched wrecking cars
slashing into crashing seas. Rock me, rock
ME…Rock me with drumbeats of ancient tribes.
Rock me with tongues like syncopated clocks
despairing at midnight. Rock me like scribes
gargling rhymes with their gurgling drinks. Rock me
like chimpanzees ripping keys from pianos,
abandoning choirs of naked wires. Free
us with brute-force cracking of broken toes
escaping your sad, hopeful eyes. Shock me
with tortured laughter. Oh…rock me…rock ME…
Roger Armbrust
September 21, 2015
