(2005)
Imagine him too wild and too loud
to be contained in a room.
Imagine his hair, long and tangled,
too unruly for him to tame.
Imagine his scent clinging to him;
the scent of salt from
sweat and tears of screaming teens.
Imagine him dancing with every step.
Imagine his shriek piercing the air.
Give him an electric guitar.
Give him a microphone.
Imagine fans screaming, “play another, ”
imagine groupies fighting for his room key.
Imagine him playing, imagine a girl
kissing his hands, imagining him in poems.
Liz Oates
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imagining-rock-n-roll/
