An aging warehouse with a cement floor,
broken glass, and swooning walls.
Proud of its code violations.
No ads or radio spots, you just had to
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one of my best nights was seeing the Dead Kennedys, Social Distortion and X share a venue, although 'venue' may be too proper a word. Next time, I'd tell them real music never needed MTV. Nice write!
Absolutely loved the end. It has a real note of sadness, of wanting. If I had been born early enough, I would not have missed Woodstock for the world, 'course I porbably would have been into a lot more drugs, too, and it's sad that the world always seems to move on. I was definitely transported with this one. Well done!
Superb ending with a note of regret - I sympathize! Get a sense of time having moved on as if your friend and yourself are 'left overs' from a different plate of food i.e. past trend, fashion or style. Enjoyable!
I could see this one....I could be inside of it. Which is a good thing. I missed both times.... :) Good one!
You set a strong mood and sense of place for me through most of the poem. I think what you wrote 'says' more than you give it credit for with your ending, though, which I found unsatisfying.
I commented on this a year ago. Read it again, just for kicks. Yep, it still rocks.