This sin has no form
It invades the air in whispering screams
Inciting incessantly old and young bodies
To fly into melodic frenzy wholeheartedly
Journey elsewhere – while still infected
Sinister carnage behind cordial face
Ruin and end the willing – gratefully willing
This sin has no form – only lovely teeth
Category: Music
Willingly submitting to monetary demand
Succumb if suggested to even more
Reach with fierce hands, arms – yes, yes please
Precious rock demigod sweat – baptize mortal beings
Swim in rasp, riffs and growls of genius
Wanton skin feels front man’s power
Not in a lover’s space or temporal way
Ogling recklessly, freely – targeting stage ruler
Succubus eyes, blessed treasured gift
Blown kiss and naughty wink released
Thus hedonistic marriage in fan’s dream
Sounds went into me
transforming my cells
reviving my dormant soul
Erratic and calm juxtapose
Alive yet pebbles of less
Sounds exit my slighted core
Bewilderment is body now
Invited to holy yet sinful party
Potpourri of musicians played
Fashionably tattered and salty
Pagan sounds hovered about
Taking hold of fine Christian hips
Reckless libations fueled mystic fire
Sun dispersed charming gypsies
Leaving mortals selfishly jealous
Dragged into the club
by a wicked solo bass
Trapped in manic fan maze
Unable to see coveted stage
Eyes finally find rocker’s face
He was painfully ugly
Miley Cyrus distressed jeans, check
VMA Red carpet shoes, double check
Kristen Stewart killer top, triple check
Niki Minaj hairdo, damn check
Absolute geek/poser, rings the door
Real thing inspects without hello
Your nails look like my gardener’s nail
Price for ritzy door slam, $1,000.00
This mortal purposely flies
Then lands upon a dream
Harnessed by unearthly music
Every muscle is enraptured
Wordless face and pliable body speaks
A lifetime of the human condition
This mortal can’t possibly die
He has baptized a world stage
Climbing to my Mt. Everest seat
Strings longingly draw me in
Poignant Diva rules sacred aria
Gingerly, orchestra dances in mid-air
Seduced tearful worshippers
Cease to breathe yet live anew
Extending my unworthy hand
I feeling the crescendos and lulls
Encasing my happily defeated heart
The letter C is crying out
Mr. C is bored with Gringo-speak
Demands to be Chicano-ized
So Carmelita commences the commands
Consume your comida cravings
Ceviche de concha con camaron
Carne Asada tortas on the right
Carnitas con chile verde on the left
Wash it down with damn cold Cerveza
Then Cha-Cha with Carla until you drop
Mr. C died from a Chicano coronary
Burning sneakers pushed to the edge
Labored breathing juvenilely ignored
First period teacher, hopefully late
Southern California Smog Alert dream
Compulsive youth pays the price with interest
Minimal sleep amidst TV glow
Pirated cable ushers MTV gods
Duran Duran, David Bowie and beloved Madonna
Gladly sacrifice my virginal body and soul
To musical deity’s cool jail-bait cause
High level smog in 80’s world brain
Damn it again! The cable is out
Convulsing because I missed my Headbangers Ball
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