Funk (an acrostic poem)

Freddie shredded his guitar solo

Until his speaker drowned in reverb

Nuking its ability to be dynamic

Keeping the rest in a true 70’s vibe




Soul (an acrostic poem)

Sounds escaped the sax that built a castle of blue ice

Over that the horns mourned the loss of innocence

Until the drums came in, then picked up the tempo

Letting everything melt into an ecstasy of melody