Soma (1)
Biting into my I-pod
I taste the tang of
Richie Kotzen's lyrics,
the grease and honey of
his guitars help me swallow
the irony
then I look the way I feel
I'm a rock god I'm electric
writhing on the floor,
a worthy Christian speaking in
angelic gibberish
and all I say is
you are the world
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