remarkably
I am rocking
to something
that sounds
like a series
of mistakes
it’s easier to rock now
sitting easily
sober clean cool
tweeded up
flanneled down
anything will do
when no one’s looking
or expecting you to rock
should burn a copy
of this for me
for the car
for future mobile
rocking
I want to rock with this
in my empty
living room
I want to rock with this
whatever its label
however many strings it has
however its hair looks
I must be getting old
Dark Matter 
November 16th, 2012 at 4:43 am
While I could be way off, having lived much of my life in California, the first few verses are reminiscent of the after-shocks from an earthquake.
November 16th, 2012 at 9:37 am
The poem is just a little ditty about how musical tastes broaden with age, once you are not burdened by worrying about what’s cool or not. Not to be taken all that seriously.
November 16th, 2012 at 4:03 am
Rock- great to mistakes!!!