What happened to those bands you once saw live
Back when the scene was really underground?
You know the ones, who pioneered the sound
Yet somehow never managed to survive.
It could have been they were too cool to strive
And sabotaged their chance at being found.
It’s possible they might be sill around,
Content to play a warehouse or a dive.
What if you were the one who could decide
Which rocking bands find purchases on our shore
Instead of being swept out on the tide?
What would you use this special power for?
Would you enlighten us, or just deride
Our taste? Would you be right, and nothing more?
Robert Donohue's poetry has appeared in Apocalypse Confidential, Better Than Starbucks, and Oddball Magazine, among others. He lives on Long Island, NY.
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