Poem for a song I love
I love listening to Human Fly by The Cramps.
For the first fifteen seconds my eyes are shut, it’s like
riding a half-broken carnival Kamikaze ride
speeding up (nodding, drumsticks) into the swing,
shooting upside down and when my lids fly open I’m
the electrified Frankenstein shocked into living,
working out the long-accustomed crick in my neck, everything
is slackening, the rusted axle greased up again.