HEAVY METAL WRITER
I write to heavy metal sounds sometimes.
Some say it summons demons,
but I think maybe it’s just a hard-bitten muse,
come to rebel against some status quo.
It’s the crash and rattle of lives running into each other.
A demolition derby.
Bring your school busses and monster trucks.
It’s all done in good fun, I think.
As I write
there are engines running
the wind is in my face
danger prickles the senses.
Breaking the rules
banging my head
wanting to bite the heels of intruders
going as fast and far as I can.
It’s the open road of the mind.
It’s the tribal dance of the soul.