The techno kids in
The club can’t even
Keep step with the beat they’re
So drugged that
Any music moves them any
Noise no matter how
Dissonant no
Matter how loud as
Long as the lights are
Strobing and the crowd is
Still around the
Techno kids swing their arms and
Stomp their feet and
Shake their hands and
Smile at the ceiling with
Their eyes closed because
On the drugs it’s
All good even
When it seems to
Be the music it’s
Really just the pupils
Dilating arteries
Opening heart
Beating there’s
Blood on the dance floor but
It’s all in bodies so
It’s all good
July 16, 2022 at 05:42PM