A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

#6 - Phish, December 1997

Big wah-pedal
trampoline boogie.
The cow funk
that just doesn’t
scrape off
the moonboots
(these are moon-cows
of course).
The hop-finger
clavinet rag and
the thunder-thigh
bass bomb
pornofunk flyovers.

Sometimes I
think I pinch
a nerve listening
to the whip-crack
segues. Sometimes
I taste the filth,
split open on
the snare drum,
sharp and
Sometimes I
forget about the
ghost in the machine.


  1. This makes me wish I was a Phish person! I like all this chunky synesthesia.

  2. WERE a Phish person. Chunky funkiness messed up my grammar.

  3. "pornofunk flyovers" is great--

    Hmmm, '97, eh? I did a west coast toar in '98...or was it '99... I don't remember... it figures!

  4. !!! Woooohoo! -- Was not on 97 winter tour unfortunately :( ... but know all the shows.