Metal Show

A poem I wrote about a gig my old band played.

The cigarette smoke hangs and seemingly  dances before me,
I can smell the beer on everyone's breath.
I wipe the sweat from my stinging eyes,
If only I could wipe away these damn butterflies.

Taylor's amp gives a distorted roar
And I know it's now or never.
The lights dim and I close my eyes,
The band kicks in and I bang my head violently.

I scream as if being ripped apart,
The crowd cheers and the room fills with love.
The dance resumes and bodies bruise and bleed,
Not for pain but for sense of brotherhood.

The set is over and I walk outside,
Light up a cigarette and sit alone in the dark.
A few minutes pass and the crowd spills out,
I let a grin escape me...So thankful to finally exhale.

 

Reviews

[Bunny Thumper]

fuckinnn awesommeee (: i lovvvee itt.. Markuss is hardcoree (: loveth you

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Wonderfully written. You've clearly taken us along with you on your gig amd entertained us with your poetry. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[S.S.P.]

Good job Marko, unique subject matter and I can definitely relate. nice usage of the word "Taylor" also ;)