at main stage
you lie in wait,
he meets you there;
rolled out,
surgical white,
no one knew
if they’d play tonight…
he performs
a stand up collapse
in reverb relapse;
the crowd roars back!
as he rises from the ash
to completely drain you.
the quiet angst
as loud settles in,
bassline bounce,
drums hammer in;
his scream lands
like a heroine
in need of a
thousand easy friends.
raw sound, raw rage
pumpin’ straight
to your heart,
as you jump start
in the dark;
flash bang lights,
roaring guitar,
but he knows
not what it means.
at main stage,
up close, you see
the boy in his face,
blonde hair no longer
down to his waist;
you dance in place
high on a plain —
there, you found God.
