The superstars unfurled <br />their laden routine – the organ <br />player stabbing his amplifiers <br />with daggers, the lead guitarist <br />flopping around onstage in <br />a rock and roll seizure <br /> <br />Turning upwards <br />my teenage eyes strummed the <br />power chords of stars and light years <br />and let all light move outwards <br />in all directions from each star <br /> <br />Now I bring my daughter – the one <br />with rhythm - to her canned <br />pre-packaged overpriced lipsync-fest <br />with a superstar and dancing pepsi signs <br /> <br />Looking up I see the light <br />that has been traveling <br />on its way here since well before <br />my teenage eyes looked upwards <br /> <br />and now it has arrived <br />just in time for this<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outdoor-concerts/
