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Ode to the Axe
by Kourosh Taheri-Golvarzi"Bring down that empire over there"
I love my axe.
My axe will do anything.
My axe alone can easily bring down a Communist empire.
My axe has a Viking's vibrato of death, doom, and destruction.
My axe has three raw, roaring, ripping humbuckers beneath its
six sinuous, slaughtering strings of sonic screaming and
rude awakening.
My axe gives a hissing, high heap of walled, wailing wah through
the blistering, bashing, bleeding bowels of my awakening,
ample-action amplifier.
My axe, with its Pythagorean string-octave theory, has the ability
to smash, bash, crash, thrash, flash in all its grinding,
gunning, gut-gouging glory.
My axe has the unrivaled power to destroy and create through a
hundred revisions, and will continue to destroy and create
indefinitely.
My axe sees no boundary and sweeps seas and soil with
sonic screams.
My axe is god.
Kourosh Taheri
11-13-00 04/07/2005 Author's Note: Written for my dearly beloved guitar.
Posted on 04/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Kourosh Taheri-Golvarzi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Somers on 04/09/05 at 01:53 PM Another excellent emotive piece. Perhaps I simply identify with the love-object here, having a similar intimate relationship for years. I like also the expressed impact/double entendre. Nice read. Thanks. |
| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 06/27/05 at 12:46 PM oh yea! Grind that axe, music is god!
yer pal
Jersey |
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