Robert Donohue

Air Band
 
Those afternoons spent in a basement, we’d
Imagine we could come up with a hook
Insane enough to leave the mainstream shook,
Or better yet, lay down a monster lead.
We were the faithful of a simple creed,
Whose ignorance prevented us to look
Into our holy writ, an old fake book
That we would cherish but could barely read.

And if we didn’t even strum a chord,
At least the neighborhood wasn’t annoyed.
Apart, each one of us is headed toward
The all-consuming silence of the void.
What never was, is also never gone,
So, with the spirit’s instruments, rock on.

Robert Donohue’s poetry has appeared in Amethyst Review, The Asses of Parnassus, and delicate emissions, among others. He lives on Long Island, NY.