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Memoirs of a Rock Show

by Howard F Farewell

murumrs and mumblings
voices of many
shimmmer across the mass
the night wanes
and tanks are near the empty
but nothing will keep the anticpation from overflowing to full
the waiting coming to a close
nothing left but fumes
they all see it
the vision they've all been waiting for
their for the moment demi-gods
everything to full
all systems go
nothing will stop them now
the pulsing

             beat
                      beat
                               beat

bass drum intro
the words aching to shout
just one more

                               beat
                     beat
            beat

eruption of energy that should be gone
shot full with the hypodermic of adrenaline
coursing full with the

           beat
                     beat
                               beat

          flailing,
                falling,
                    sweating,
                        dripping,
                              saving,
                                  screaming,
                                      singing,
                      pumping,
                         jumping,
                 swirling to the sound of the

                  beat
                 beat
                beat

surging with the unity of souls
feeding in the hunger
begging for more
never wanting anything
but the sound of the

                                          beat

04/29/2003

Posted on 04/29/2003
Copyright © 2024 Howard F Farewell

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/29/03 at 11:57 AM

Demi-gods is right. Your poem nicely captures the excited tension of waiting for the band to come on stage.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/19/04 at 07:24 AM

i love that word, hypodermic... interesting and effective form... blessings

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