Guitar gusto gone
After a long gig,
Shawn "Shredder" Ocean
Shrinks off-stage via the
Back-exit door forward
Into the foraying mass of ass,
And we peeking over guards'
Shoulders at the tired idol who seeks
Silence-waves crashing, bombarding and
Bouncing off his lungs and fizzing like grinding glass
Squeaking slowly, scathingly through eardrum.
Now blinded sharply with light
Spearing through pupil bruising back wall,
With speedy void in stomach bursting up,
Out and through fingers, and collarbone pulling-up,
He extends heavy hand to doorknob,
Doorknob is cool, twists right,
Doorknob is springy
Carpet and then wall,
Couch, falling, heavy
Cheek smacks soft
Matte leather
Eyelids drop,
Cooling,
"Eye fork in rock"
