Rob "Papa Georgio" Andler

Rapidly stroking
The strings scream in agony
Death must be set free

Rock and Roll Ballad
The music smells so brilliant
He always gets the girl

Papa Georgio's Greatest Ever Guitar Rock Epic

I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only
yesterday. I was barely seventeen and I once killed a boy
with a Fender guitar I don't remember if it was a
Telecaster or a Startocaster, but I do remember that it had
a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel!
I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a
Startocaster, but I do remember that it wasn't at all easy.
It required the perfect combination of the correct power
chords, and the precise angle from which to strike.
The guitar bled for a week afterward and the blood was -
ooh - dark and rich like wild berries.
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red. The guitar
bled for about a week afterward but it rung out beautifully,
and I was able to play notes that I had never even heard
before. So, I took my guitar and I smashed it against the
wall, I smashed it against the floor,
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader, I
smashed it against the hood of a car, I smashed it against
a 1981 Harley Davidson. The Harley howled in pain.
The guitar howled in heat. And I ran up the stairs to my
parents' bedroom. Mommy and Daddy were sleeping in the
moonlight. Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the
shadows, right up to the foot of their bed.
I raised the guitar high above my head, and just as I was
about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the centre
of the bed,
my father woke up screaming: "Stop! Wait a minute! Stop it
boy! What do you think you're doing? That's no way to treat
an expensive musical instrument!" And I said "God dammit
Daddy! You know I love you, but you've got a hell of a lot
to learn about rock and roll!"

Hank "Mad Frenchman" McCarthy

the streets are silent
six strings to eternity
weeping as the air rocks

is that you Satan?
invisible power chord
fire chariots soar

fingers touch the mist
are you jealous stevie ray?
rock in hell brothers

Zeus, can I rock you?
six stringed battle axe of air
Thor's ears are bleeding

In a Druid's cloak
Stonhenge shudders at the rage
My air, rocks, the rocks

Music from nothing
Buddha spoke of emptiness
E chord up his ass

A Novelina

I.

In the Black Forest
Valkyries sigh my air
Who rocked Valhalla?

The cloak, my black heart
fists hit the air, manchild writhes
my riff, her legs, spread

My chariot warm
Her her loins on fire, for air
We spawn the manchild

II.

Manchild awaken
Has the dust clouded your mind?
My rock, awaits you

She left me with roses
And a manchild, his air rocks
His mother cleft lip

Annoint me in air
My manchild spoke from her loins
Rocking the cradle

Bill J. "Horshack" Owen

Shitfaced once again.
I hear the rock call my name.
I perform solo.

Takeshi "Tak" Sasaki

a guy in bamboo
practices the air guiter
with fox & deer

a few touches
make my air weep
fox's fixed glance

bamboo is dancing hard
a scream of my air
stags leap into the woods

Two Buddhist Indians
Nothing I could find there
Just followed my air went

Eric "100-Watt Warlock" Smith

I like air guitar,
But I love harmonica.
That makes me Damn Smooth.

Tak likes phly honeys.
Dance Tak Dance Tak Dance Tak Dance.
Tak likes naked hos.

Steve "Lesbian" Valentine

Air:
like finger painting,
the choice of a new generation.

I can smell
the six strings burning.
I couldn't win that scratch off game if you paid me.

Hendrix wishes
he could rock these power chords.
Eddie Van Halen, too.

Sometimes rancid air
Passes through me.
Can you smell it?

Sometimes hot air
Floats from my mouth.
Can you decipher it?

Sometimes electric air
gets rocked by me.
Can you feel it?

John "Wizards" Wheeler