Revel in the night, the smoke and liquid
The sound waves washing over your limber electric body
The wild lights spinning, tilting, bursting in and out of musky darkness
Trickling with sweat and industrial poison,
Dripping with loneliness and longing
Inhale the voices, howls and whispers brushing against your earlobes
Tingling your spine, swaying your future of marble, concrete and rebar
The night is organic. It grows in you.
Its fragrance blooms. You can taste its
Sweet vapid fingers on your tongue.
Its rhythm surging in your chest.
Swelling. Your blood cells rush it to the most desolate lighthouse
Of your soul. Even that last one, out beyond the craggy shores
Its light orbiting an ethereal void shrouded in icy fog
Let this floating torch warm even those derelict spiraling steps
Let it illuminate forgotten chambers cobwebbed and dank
Your life can wait. Your envelopes impregnated with bills
Your appointments, treadmill and alarms itch
Death will curate you through your museum of horrors
Your monochromatic 50 year yawn can resume at dawn
But not tonight. Tonight
Revel in the music, laughter, curves, leather, lips!
Abstracted desires - embodied, enraptured, erupting
Reincarnate like a drunken god
Dancing on a graveyard of dreams
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
Revel in the night, the smoke and liquid
The sound waves washing over your limber electric body
The wild lights spinning, tilting, bursting in and out of musky darkness
Trickling with sweat and industrial poison,
Dripping with loneliness and longing
Inhale the voices, howls and whispers brushing against your earlobes
Tingling your spine, swaying your future of marble, concrete and rebar
The night is organic. It grows in you.
Its fragrance blooms. You can taste its
Sweet vapid fingers on your tongue.
Its rhythm surging in your chest.
Swelling. Your blood cells rush it to the most desolate lighthouse
Of your soul. Even that last one, out beyond the craggy shores
Its light orbiting an ethereal void shrouded in icy fog
Let this floating torch warm even those derelict spiraling steps
Let it illuminate forgotten chambers cobwebbed and dank
Your life can wait. Your envelopes impregnated with bills
Your appointments, treadmill and alarms itch
Death will curate you through your museum of horrors
Your monochromatic 50 year yawn can resume at dawn
But not tonight. Tonight
Revel in the music, laughter, curves, leather, lips!
Abstracted desires - embodied, enraptured, erupting
Reincarnate like a drunken god
Dancing on a graveyard of dreams
