#nightclub
Ever snorted *******
I watched some partiers snort ******* last night,
in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration.
But I’ve never crossed that line. The white line.
When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie,
I shrugged and said, “No, sorry, I’m allergic.”
What are you supposed to say, “Crack is whack,”
or “I prefer my coke with *** and ice?”
The white line. I don’t cross the line.
It’s not the first time, of course, I saw more drugs
in high school than I have at Yale. I’ve mostly seen
“study drugs,” there, like provigil, adderall and alza (concerta).
Do they give students an advantage? I don’t know, maybe.
Call me a boxcut or a squarepants, but my parents are doctors,
and I just don’t cross those lines - those little white lines.
May 10, 2023
May 10, 2023 at 7:51 PM UTC
Poem written waiting outside the club
that my brother and I frequent
together -
scene:
a hundred mouths breathe clouds
into the biting air,
cold of a Friday night
security at the door, screaming
a sea of voices asking
"can you take me in with you? I'm not old enough"
and the growling of boys half drunk
already
my brother tall, pushed against me
Poem written at the back of the club
that my brother and I frequent
together -
and scene:
us, scouring the dancefloor together
us, drinking ***** lemon on the sidelines
us, stretching necks to see if we
know anyone in here,
half-poised to
escape
should we need to
(we don't want to see others)
Poem written standing at the bar
that my brother and I
frequent together -
this scene:
spilled on the dark, chipped wood
euro bills
sticky cocktails
nose blood
and my hand, washed
in the mix
of liquids
it is 2 a.m.
Poem written waiting outside the toilets
that my brother and I
frequent
apart -
now, scene:
him, nowhere to be found
line, endless
girls, loud and crying, laughing
and my foot tapping
nervously
to the bass that makes
the walls vibrate
and shake
Poem written in the parking lot of the club
that my brother and I
just squeezed out of -
last scene:
him, sober, hands on steering wheel
my eyes, unfocused, trained on
the electric blue of his car radio
playing our after-club mix
coming down, silently
no words between us
only deep-bassed beats
and intoxicated breath
our minds as spent
and exhausted
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC
Electricity, vibes
Coursing, surging
Destiny, fate, temptations
Life.
Legally indebted
Effy Stonem
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
Singing high to Fernando and dancing down low in Orlando
When ecstasy suddenly turned to tragedy
They were just out bopping, then he came out just popping
The pulse was beating, while he was out cheating
His wife new about his scouting
But she never thought 'bout the victims
That the families would be counting
Forty nine were just out to dine and wine
Fifty or so, still lying so low, feeling not so fine
He tried to crawl out, just after his last shot
Popo's saw him on the floor and said no more
Put a bullet in his *** the same place he liked it, that's for sure.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
10:45 p.m.
Music Mage Floats The Room
Accounts Balance Of Patrons
Grooms The Crowd Pattern
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
02:20 a.m.
To the Glutton ; Dance
Fleshing for your Gazing Heed
The Mating Glances
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
03:15 a.m.
The Crowd Steamy Cloud
Violently Unsilent Noct
Expelled from party tomb
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
Should I stay or should I go now?
The same old people are here again,
Selling their soul’s in the name of love.
Under the spotlight they have a beautiful face,
But as the light moves on without them,
They do not like what they have become.
The beautiful people need the light to shine upon them,
For all the world to see.
People like me we only sink into the background,
Happy to never be seen.
I cannot face another beautiful face,
So full of false smiles and a made up beauty.
I must hide behind this face; I hide away from love,
They think it is insecurity;
But I am secure in the knowledge that I am no deep thinking muse.
I am no thing of beauty;
I am nothing like you.
The beautiful people shine in any light,
While I waste my life;
I waste my time.
I fall down into my broken mind and simply turn out the light.
Put me out of your mind,
I am not waiting in line to be loved.
I already know that I will never be good enough.
Leave me be, here in my own misery,
Or I will never be able to see the vision of love I am waiting for…
As she finds me I hear her siren song;
Love is endlessly calling out for me.
She is unique; I am obsolete,
But she is reason I have not yet walked out of that door…
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 6:34 AM UTC
Angels in a nightclub
There are angels in my heart and angels in sight;
There are angels everywhere I look tonight.
This is surely Heaven, for there is magic in the air.
The finest, most beautiful, angels are here.
There are not enough words, to express the way that I feel;
There are not enough ways to say you are beautiful.
There is not enough time for me to show you my feelings are real.
There is just enough time for me to change your world.
To catch your eye, to make you smile;
An automatic response, you cannot deny.
Admit you love me, or at least don’t hate me,
Then my heart can be set free.
One day angel tears may fall from our eyes,
But right now we could be something, so raise a smile.
You can’t be sad, when I look so silly,
When I am simply, being me.
Trying hard to make you laugh;
Exchanging vanity for looking daft.
Darkness lets you dance freely,
So you can let go and fall in love with me.
We are two people; we both know one is not enough.
Let us become Romeo and Juliet; let us each find love.
Kiss me goodnight and hold me tight.
My angel in the nightclub…
You changed my life.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
Bruises scatter my legs
from falling over at the bar.
My throat burns dry
from tequila shots with strange boys.
My lips are swollen sore
from stealing kisses on the dance floor,
but my heart hurts the hardest
because I would rather have spent my night with you.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
Don't walk away
with the noise of voices calling
Don't walk away
give a little of the love for which you pray
She told me I was dancing too close
I told her I was dancing so close
to try and feel the glow and the vibration
He told me I was dancing too close
I told him I was dancing so close
to try and share the glow and the vibration
Your holy vibration
I will throw all these notes printed on paper at the sky
let it fold in the wind into green airplanes if for only one
Small moment to feel you just dancing, just dancing
If for only to feel you just dancing, dancing
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
*An upscale lounge well known,
For its ambiance and specialty cocktail,
Which includes live entertainment dancers,
On stage, in fine detail.
While a glamorous female stood in front of the bar,
With a deep sea blue martini, in her right hand,
In an ice cold oversized snifter, dipped in sugar upon the rim,
Where she leisurely stands.
With a pink orchid,
And blue twisted glow stick, placed inside her drink,
Taking rhythmical steps,
Side by side, in sync.
Dressed in a strapless dress, slightly above her knee,
Nicely fitted, in shades of purple, green and teal,
Displaying a genuine soft look,
With such great appeal.
When a young man walked in,
And gazed into her seductive dark brown eyes,
Reaching out his hand,
Asking her to dance, as he passed by.
She was absolutely stunning,
With fair complexion, short black hair, a beautiful silhouette,
And a radiant smile, reliving her early days,
An unbelievable night, quite difficult to forget.
She appeared divine,
Upon the dance floor, mainly surrounded by youth,
Dancing salsa throughout the night,
And mixed melodies, near the DJ booth.*
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC