DiscothequeA Poem by MarshallBeat in the blues the musky smell of smoke slithering in and out of nostrils- dragon like dancing to the ceiling and the drums bop, hard as muscle women gyrate to the pulse of passion sounds embrace lovers heading into the mist of night. Between the banter snorters sucked in coke and cannabis wasted in the aisles of wonder glancing at the lights flickering in the rooftops of their eyes, seeking angels of mercy to take them deep into the oblivion of emptiness. The midnight gong sounds shattered as we huddle in the days of the darkness of unreason wallowing in the madness of the music and breaking every rule that kept us trapped in the cages of that society . As I look back now, leafing through the years I cut through the morass of tradition and broke free from the shackles of sensibility and found my feet in a wild, wild world where nothing mattered I am now rested at the journeys end waiting for the skyline to blow up in flames. Author NotesRecollection. © . All rights reserved, a month ago© 2014 Marshall |
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