Radioactive Rock ShowA Poem by PeteAnticipation building. Euphoria and excitement cuttable with a knife. Pulses quicken. Rhythms beckon. Dressed to kill. View to thrill. Decked out in delectable denim and lubricious leather. Cutoffs and costumes calling out. Stiletto stilts strutting and stabbing. Letting it all hang out. Hair. Lights. Fire. Smoke. An ornery, orchestral orgy. Bouncing bodies brazenly pressed together in a vicious, vacuous vice. The scent of tobacco, cannabis, testosterone and pheromones combing the air like cajoling cologne. Mechanical, metal, maniacal props menacing and melting. Fists pumping. Legs thumping. Hands waving. Booties craving. Ears ringing. Voices singing. The base drum pounded with a thunderous explosion. Snare drums snickered sharply. Cymbals crashed in a captivating, catapulting crescendo. Keyboards killing. Piano keys willing. Feet kicking. Fingers picking. There were raging riffs reverberating. Steel strings shrieking salaciously. Toxically teasing with tenacity. Dark and mysterious. Electric, energized and enticing. Nuclear notes. Louder than loud. Deafening and debasing. Clandestine cacophony catheterizing to the core. Pulsing. Shaking and quaking. Rattling. Rocking and rolling. Sashaying and strolling. Voices screaming and sizzling in supernatural surround. Magnificent, masterful melodies mounting. Come on, get in line. It's time, for the ... ... radioactive rock show ...
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2 Reviews Added on June 16, 2017 Last Updated on November 25, 2017 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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