Disco Dancing With A Dead Head Poem by Not Long Left

Necking back Novocaine
until the walls wilt inwards
as droplets of sweat
reverse themselves,
travelling skywards.
Positioned against myself
her skin oozes chemical display.

On the shore of severed reality
I watch the sea of people
crashing in drunken dance
Limbs streching in the waves
of disorted sound.
shamans of underground mystery.
song rebound from wall and head
pulling inwards another soul.

mens mouths meet each other
Womens tease the tormented
Lips locking, twisting inside
the damp smoky cave.

Then an alien sound comes
Silence, Music stops,
Lights flicker onto full.
With the source of release gone
We stand in the foreign sound of silence,
not knowing whether to laugh or cry.