it is too late for me to become
angus young
but I will make some noise
because noise is no respecter of the limits of age
when a half assed old player
has unlmited rage
available to take up the slack
between skill and desire

it’s too late to fall in love with jim carroll
(directly)
but I’ll kiss what I can of him
and hope the taste rubs off

it is too late to rock and roll all night
(every night at least)
and party every day
(at least the way I used to party)
but never too late to move
from consumer to producer

what I need is an amp
and a neck to strangle
what I need is a microphone
and a problem to solve

what I need is feedback

what I need is to make something
everyone’s already made
but do it louder and faster and harder
than I could have done it
back when I was too young
and too concerned about who might be listening

no one’s going to listen to me now

perfect

maybe I’ll become
me
for a moment