Coachella

A Poem by Josh Wesey

dwelt on this though I've never been there.

Coachella

Whole crowds swaying
and screaming.
Lost in sounds we created.
Their deep depths and brevity.
Their peaks and clarity.
Tonight we own you all.
Slaves to our art.
And you paid for it

© 2014 Josh Wesey

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Added on September 1, 2014
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Josh Wesey

Lagos, Omole Phase 2, Nigeria

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Poet. I write Short Stories. more..