Concert Poem by Suburban Lovechild

We gaze
The rock star serenades us
With platitudes
Neither near or far
Though only attainable
Appreciated
By submission
By admission
That you will never be
Never wander
Never wonder
For they've performed the
Magic for us
Catapulting rage into
Sweetened sirens
Alert
Only to string us down the toxic path
Of misty false alarms
Yeah
Our fists soar
We're with them
We're one
We're them
The cautionary whispers
Lyrics to technicians
Desperate for form
Blow sullen, sticky tidings
Caught
Slurped
Swallowed, not spit out
For the glaze, the grandeur
Coats our throats
With lusty love
Tingly, tangy, tortuous
Love
Shared among all, we
Receptacles who vanquish
Their minds, souls and ids
Obliging
Harmonic, aural orgies
Prudence withheld
For acceptance is aligned
With the suspension
Of societal diets
Well-measured
To trick us
Trick all
To believe that
Scraping, scratching
Toward maniacal horizons
Somehow cannot be human
Though they've never
Once
Flickered
Abandoned
The self
To marvel
Manifest
Into a glorious whole.

(1/20/04)