KISS (concert)
By 1stpoet
KISS (concert) the sounds are thunderous feel the seats and floor move under us these rocker’s are no longer young Gene spits blood and sticks out his tongue on the drums, Peter Criss the rhythm puts us into bliss on guitar and vocals are Paul and Ace even in platform shoes they move with grace chords from screaming axes reach our ears to travel with their words we have no fears we think not of what the tickets cost or if in the lot our car is lost we came to see a show of lights and fire each song takes us euphorically higher God of Thunder, Detroit Rock City mesmerized by the electricity in the lobby shirts and albums on sale we listen to guttural tones, and voices wail I would surely come back and do this again for every song brings such Sweet Pain captured by the song Love Gun girls on shoulders with blouses undone rocking to the words of Plaster Caster we are slaves, the band the master yes concerts are a place of bliss whether Queen, Ozzy, or even KISS we venture out in heat or storm music returns to us a state of norm William S. Dawes March 17, 2002 © Copyright 2002 1st Poet Inc. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 05:50 AM PST 0 • 9
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