Smokey Room Poem by Scott Davenport

Smokey room

shady atmosphere

kids come to shake the world off here

drinking demons

talking politics

we all need to get our fix

Marketplace for electric flesh

could it be that we're all in love with death

I heard it clear in the soft parade

we're all building for a shallow grave

Heavy breathing

as the lights go dim

thighs quiver

bodies wrapped in sin

hearts pounding

your dress is torn

with hand on hips

a new universe is born

Smokey room

shady atmosphere

this is where

we let go of fear

eyes locked

nails dug in

I found heaven

in the taste of your skin