W. Todd Kaneko and Amorak Huey
Slash in Drag
Slash Buys a Gun
Self-preservation is the only music
that makes sense.
If a man can hold all
in his hand, why wouldn’t he?
Sometimes a man does things
he does not believe
the staking of a claim
is all that matters.
Some men are hardwired
to claim what territory they see.
If a memory refuses
to leave his lyrics alone
he has been taught to indulge it.
If someone asks
to touch his hair
or his arms or his flesh
he has learned to say yes.
But some notes leave him vulnerable.
Some crowds encroach.
Some bottles go empty quicker.
Some hungers do not abate.
It is a stone in his fist,
this heavy metal.
Slash Stands at the Top of Havasu Falls, Arizona
Music rises / hunger floats. All else
drops to the bottom of whatever depths
you’re imagining. In one version
of this moment, this rock too hot
for bare feet, I will jump too soon,
hat and sunglasses vanishing.
In another, I will learn to fly / learn
whether axe cleaves stone / how deep
a body can submerge. In yet another
I am alone, always / the surface rising fast,
my reflection jagged in the froth.
To fall is to sing is to live is to die
is to love. My fingers have made these
notes for you. If you memorize them,
you might understand what I want,
what I am saying to you / always you.