Gia Civerolo

rock *pomo haiku

There was only one 

thing that could ever save her soul

It was rock & roll

*pomo:  post-modern

she always loves a blues man

She always loves a blues man

Someone who could sing

Rock softly her soul

Plucking it like a heart harp string

She always loves a blues man

Someone who could write rhymes 

Time rolls through her mind

Nothing else matters

Memories

Melting

Missing

Mesmerizing

She always loves a blues man

Someone who sculpts her pain into

Pink soft petals interlocking

Barbed wire bangle bracelets

Cut so deep she 

Rises

Wriths

Rejoices

Releases 

Pure guttural

Screams

She always loves a blues man

Someone who fixes 

Her broken wings 

Fluttering, flying high

Singing sky wind

Never looking back

Again and

Again Again Again

Again

Agaiin

She always loves a blues man

So much so the next time around

She’s gonna beg God and a

Choir of Angels

To gift her with a voice 

Singing the color blue

Melodic words dripping 

Hurt Hope Happiness

Harmonizing

Ocean Sounds

For an eternity

She always loves a blues man

Again and again

Again and Again

Again

Again

ode to a band t-shirt, ironically unaccompanied by music

I am not sure what to say about my style

My wardrobe is all band t-shirts I‘ve compiled

It is not shocking to say all these decades in

It is with pride I show off all the shows that I‘ve been

 

There are some rules:

Don’t wear a shirt you bought just that night

It makes you look like a tool-no backstage invite

Reciting lyrics to their songs rocks the crowd adverse

Being seen as a bandwagoner is simply the worst

 

There is no doubt you must set an aficionado tone

You need to own at least three shirts by the Ramones

It is important to show you have expertise and attitude

Nelson (Ricky and Willie) Billie Holiday, Tina Turner, one with U2

Tell people you met Joey Ramone in head-to-toe leather black

They’ll understand you were too starstruck to say anything back

He looked like a giraffe sipping tea from a white bone China cup

Later, on stage, impressed with your dress, he did hoist you up

 

Everyone needs one with Jim Morrison looking like Jesus

A statement many would find extremely egregious

Your Catholic mother no doubt gives a look of deplore

You can’t help it—it’s all a part of the rock folklore you adore

 

There are times you wear a shirt from a band you don’t know

It only works if you pretend like you been to a show

Especially if it’s comfortable and has great silkscreened art

Mumble, sing the words, like they’re deep in your heart

Not to be considered a poser, you must have punk rock creds

Don’t tell, too many tie - dyed shirt worn while shrooming, at the Dead

You must also be sure to support local bands, then show great disdain

when people ask who they are and don’t know the drummer’s name

You can wear one if you were left behind and didn’t get to go

Still mad at your husband even though it happened a long time ago

A gargoyle on your chest and gothic letters saying “Dead Can Dance”

He instead went with his old musician friend, “No Pants” Lance

Sometimes you might have a shirt you wear with pride

Even though, truthfully, you were only there for the ride

So excited you were but got too drunk to remember

Luckily your friend got you one as a gift in December

 

There are more stories with girls, guys, guitars, and booze

From rock-a-billy, pop, swing, classic country, to the blues

If I can impart one important lesson so clearly

Please love all your band T-shirts most dearly