Poetry: Keith Moon Rising
By Nic Custer Jan 2010
The man's sign read
"No sex, drugs or Rock N' Roll.
Anything helps."
So seeing as I'm
generous, I smashed
his sign like a
hotel room and beat
Baba O' Reily into
his cowering figure...
I'm glad I could help.
At the bar, Tommy was a
little belligerent and wouldn't
hear me, pretending I wasn't there.
It's funny the things you do hear
when you are not listening.
Like cymbals crashing to the floor
or the moon gulping
rimshots with sleeping pills.
The after party was intense.
And in the morning a drum line
pounded through my head.
So I made the teenage valet
pull my car out of the pool
parking and gave him a big tip.
After all, you can't forget that
the Kids are Alright.
(From the collection Delirium, Delirium.)
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