heaven's a mosh pit

some would say it's dirty
but bodies thumping rhythm
almost bone-breaking movements
can't fall if you're wedged in tightly
if you breathe right it's euphoric
there's a mohawk standing next to me
unusually sexy even with drooping spikes
and i'm moving, moving with the crowd
only one purpose to get closer to the stage
and as the music throbs down on us
we're one, one entity, singing with the men on stage
and none of us would be anywhere else

 

I like it.

mainly because I know the mosh pit feeling.

Good job.

 

yeah, I always liked that feeling and you did a good job of making me remember.

 

Thanks! Not bad for something that was scribbled because of a jokey comment a friend made about my reaction to a concert!

 

Nice! I always love your punk rock poetry.