AN EVENING WITH FRANK ZAPPA
Zappa dominates the stage
like an emissary from hell
on a throne of rage.
The Mothers of Invention
With long hair, distortions
their swords freed from the scabbards of intention.
the band of threatening proportions.
Spit running from tortured tubes
of burning brass and reeds
frets melting under finger ferrets
stretched skins writhing
and the foundations complained
at the Albert Hall but stood their ground
while the great dome
drew up the sweat and the sound.
Where did all that music go?
Only dead critics and those that were there
can ever know.