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this hour is filled with the narcotic plush
history shimmers like a ball thrown hot light
black tables with glorious trappings
the beat pulsing in the floors the walls
the ceiling in the haze and dark
adresse uknowns
slouched and hunched the handiwork
in talk and lingo
the girls dance against each other
sleek and sweating pumped up on the
speed of Being
wavelengths sheen

push button era meets tap and touch
zippos and butane
crush and crunch
patch on drip drops
thigh high and heels
cowboy boots and gangsta
leathers
laces and pull ons
hardware and steel

suits and minis

the gathered clan and clash

the girls rise and dip and grind
plunged v necks and pants
dark as a night skin

prowler work
and eyes that glitter
the danger like a toxic scent
swirling
excitement whirling
overaged underaged
faces a mask histories
over written
and bouncers in gore tex
while the mixers spin the
modern thrash

the vibe is alive in a young
nite and potent drinks
racing through vintaged bodies
and high school hearts
U live once and die fast
this is the netherworld
tethered like the crystal
ball light floating like
hot confetti
snarls jeers and chesire
curls seeking the bored
lonely and crass

whump whump whump
the music drives through
all.....want want want...
need.need.need
kill away the ghosts
that sit at the table
with idle eyes
one more gram
and the jitters still
the ice cubes shiver
from the music
not the hand
u understand
pushing twelve hours
into twenty four
twenty four too forty
eight and beyond
dive dive into the
pressure of the depths
holding on to no one
but that which saves
only mortals of flesh
fuck away the ghosts
with lashes and pain
tied and trust
heal me hurt me feel
me burn me cause
everyone serves
something someone
somewhere and its
the monkeys on your
back and the wind
in your hair that
makes the echos
of the music throe
of rapturous contentment
oozing in the mind
like a sunbaked labyrinth
of illusion
the chameleon in the
mirror say come nearer
the high girls say kneel
potent china doll eyes
kohl windows like burnt
souls the simmering ice
blue..glacial green..and
beach amber...
their scarred up knees
and amused smile
when you finally come
from the dark to play
the full mile

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Rhiannon1010

Rhiannon1010

9 years 9 months ago

took my breath away. living

took my breath away. living on a college campus, i see scenes like this all the time. In fact, friday night i will be entering into a near mirror image of this as the biggest party weekend of the term kicks off. This is so relatable and that terrifies me. It's not often a poem makes me feel something as string as a nauseating terror and the sadistic excitement of the throng. good work.

Esker

Esker

9 years 9 months ago

Jayn Austen hits dah Klub!

live with the young and old....everyone at all ages are into much...Did I live it...not all the time..Im too old to go to the clubs....maybe dressed up as a pimp or dealer...which is the way i kind of look now..
but with the long hair and beard..its expected...I like the good girls....maybe because thats all I dated
the ones that reacted best...I like JulietteLewis singing in that movie Strange Days..ralph fiennes such an odd character...I loved his female support in red dragon..the tiger scene....like that song.goodbye horses...odd...Wow good for you..and adventure of epic proportions! Good Good..experience is a necessity...and hunting..your prowess is alarmingly good... the crow movie..medicine song scene is good....well we have the local college....the bar there....usual cave debauchery!!! a few downtown bars I cant afford....and the good girls saw terrible things...some of them...drawn to that power though....and control....my work buddy and I chat...we like each other a lot..shes a genius...i just make things for the techs...very basic...but its fun...she talks about her univercity times....But U..college...weekend of the term...ha...and almost at halloween...oo oo...the throng...well now...havent heard that word in years...I remember the feeling of the power when it got going good.....Off for more music....maybe smoke coffee break...
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music is very cool...and disturbing and good...I like it..