impulse: a Poem

“impulse” by Dennis A. “King Bedhead” Wilson

8/1/2022

Take a deep breath and get ready

Hufffff……

BOOM! Let it out and let it spill

Discharge the congealed neon plasma from your veins

And shoot it from every finger-gun and rock and roll horn

Grip a pick, turn the distortion on the amp way up,

Clutch my neck and let it rip

Wash it, paint it, look at it, then walk away and come back to it.

You’ve had something stuck in your head all day and when you step into the recording booth,

Something else comes out. Scream it and see if it takes you back where you need to be.

Calories be damned, I’m off the scale on the tuner

This isn’t cheap (that’s the point) and I think a lot of people are working hard

Just to buy it at an even higher price if they can

Which, IMO, has diminishing returns

When the knock-off brand is just as good

So, thank you for your service, rich folk

For showing me where to spend it when I get it

What the smiles and expectations should be

And, most importantly, how to be grateful about it

Then give me some time to digest before I rip it all down.