The Closest We've Got by Ian Lewis Copestick

When I was growing up,

I was a music nerd,

I was a punk rock nerd.

I'd got all of the old stuff.

The Stones, The 13th Floor

Elevators. The Stooges.

The Seeds.

Them.

They were incredible !

A teenage Van Morrison,

and his younger mates,

making the best slice of

7 ", 45 rpm vinyl, ever.

" Gloria "

Every band ever has played it..

But, not a single one

has matched the original.

The West Coast Pop Art

Experimental Band.

I love them!

They were the freakiest

thing I'd ever heard back

then.

But that was a long, long

time ago.

I've listened to free jazz

since then.

I'm still searching for new, sometimes old music.

Keith Richards said it could all be traced back to a caveman banging

rocks together , and singing to the rhythm.

I'd love to hear that.

Music evolves, and changes just like everything else.

I'd love to hear the insane chants, and rhythms of the stone age.

I suppose that " Funhouse " by The Stooges is the closest we've got, for now. 

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 49 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash.