It's dark in here and it smells like beer.
Cold, cracked and crumbled.
The silent stillness is edgy.
Breaking;
broken through with an axe,
beatings and screaming!

The stillness is gone now,
and the floor moves.
Crawling, clawing, kicking and punching.
Less a circle and more of an infinity symbol.
A fine mess of distress and stress
stretched out and spreading.

It's catching like a cold.
Wall to wall madness,
but toothy smiles and ****** buddies
is all that's seen in the
strobing, stumbling
almost bumbling hundred man pile up on the floor.

My heart beats to this perfect cacophony.
Smells like angst and desperation and gym class!
He shares his pedestal with us.
Like one we all merge together
and find our happy place
til it's all over.

Headed home.
Head full of stories.
Ears like telephones ringing,
and beds bringing sleep.
I bought a shirt said I was there...
blew half a paycheck...

but I didn't care!