We danced and howled as Duritz sang his hymns
Of yesteryear and never after,
The Rain King humbled by the crowds that
Drank and hugged and for a moment forgot
The cuts, the bomb, the hurt of growing older.
With joyous cries we roared our homage home
Amid a fog of beer fumes and dry ice,
Happy scents that, mingled with riotous
Perfumes of sweat and longing, rekindled
Lusts that kissed our angels of the silences.
Then, in searchlight beams that tore apart the dark,
Lovers, frozen in the light, wondered how
A stranger saw how we all looked the same,
And wished the guitar chords and bang of drum
Might stop our clocks and stay the ballad dream.
A/N: With more than a nod and a wink to Counting Crows for the odd word or two.
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
