poetry
Idol Infatuation
With an Incubus ticket clenched in my fist,
I bolted out the door of my small South Dakota home
I was a cheerleader intravenously injected with speed.
Leaping into my friend's gold chariot intrepid,
He slammed his tattered brown boot to the floor as
We smeared our path of screeching black rubber to raging rock.
As we followed the winding cement road,
I stared out the glossy smeared window admiring
The sun slopping into the hazy silhouette mountains
Like a scoop of yellow sherbet smacked on a grill.
I could only think of the concert experience.
I was a child tasting ice cream for the first time,
Unsure of exactly what I was about to partake in.
As we arrived, the air smelled of old burnt speaker wires.
Eventually after we located our wooden bleacher seats,
The lights dimmed and the crowd roared
Like a furious wind pounding against a window.
The band emerged bathed in purple lights,
And the cluster of people below me hurdled into the air.
After each song, I was loudest stream of air in the river of wind.
The last set began submerging with green hues.
Each inspirational being exited the stage,
And declining vibrations were developed.
The sound of peaceful swamp frogs had me exit the stadium.
My soul was reborn in a cozy fireplace of incite...
-Toby C. Cummings © 2005
