Somewhere in the crowd you stood
lost and looked at me
while my eyes searched desperately for you
unable to find you

The distance between the rocker and the fan
fixed, spinning, in an endless loop
such that both were unhappy

Two minor gods and celebrities
one, a writer and the other, a rock star
and white noise in the scree
wheeling in the smoke-filled, dark, strobe-light hit auditorium
behind which kids overdosed
unable to bear reality

Kids just like you and me
who had never grown up
who would possibly never break free