If the club can’t keep the lights like
Club wide nights up
Into the too far
I just need to record my voice
When I get home
But I wish I could capture
The club atmosphere
In writing
When I’m on drugs
But it’s too loud to record my voice
And too much motion and light to type
So I’ll just have to remember later
Which is impossible
How do I write these moments
That aren’t for writing
I feel good
She said when she went to the bathroom
She could hear the womp womp womp
In the walls
I feel good too
I have this habit I realize
Of writing when I feel good
And not just feeling the good feeling
But instead putting it into the writing
To try to save it, I guess
Give it away, I don’t know
The rounded circular rim
At the lip end of the glass
Bottle neck filled with
Bubbly lime beer liquid
I can only see her face
For a few seconds at a time
As the lights strobe on
And adjace dark shapes
As shadows across
The bridge of her nose
Then darkness
That has no beauty
No sense
Just nothing
For my eyes at least
My ears still thud
And then the strobes again
And her face
And beauty
How does the light shine in mid-air
Like there’s something there
To catch it
Hold it
Have it happen to be
The blue, green
Yellow I can see
Swirling
Revolving around the room
With my eyes closed
Everything else goes
Except for the music
And my body
May 05, 2022 at 10:23PM