ROCK CONCERT

No night for introversion:
inhibition's desertion,
touching another plane
spotlights aflame.

Instruments clashing,
Rockers smashing
the barriers of time
with off-beat rhyme.

My senses airborne,
I'll fly 'til dawn.
Bathed in dry ice,
a kind of paradise

materializes
that tantalises
dormant recall
of retro thrall.

And your face I see
in front of me
painted bright
in moonless night.

And I'm suddenly high,
perceptions awry.
It's Day of the Dead
inside my head,

and Mexico City
looks really pretty
at midnight with you,
it's lights pink and blue.

As the drumbeat intoxicates
far more than the opiates,
it's your eyes hold the key
to the unlocking of me,

so deep and so dark
in front of the barque
up there on the screen.
You're suspended between

reality and delusion -
oh please not illusion!
I so need you to be
on the podium, you see.

But now the band changes tack
and draws me back
to earth tonight,
where fantasy's flight

leaves such a hollow
that seems to swallow
my thoughtform of you
in pink and blue.

Now silence falls
at the death of applause,
and it's time to depart
with such hope in my heart...


Very best of luck this weekend, Checo!!

( Needless to say...this was written before the 1st race of the season, in Melbourne, was cancelled!) 😉