Beat in the blues the musky smell of smoke slithering <br />in and out of nostrils- dragon like dancing <br />to the ceiling and the drums bop, hard as muscle <br />women gyrate to the pulse of passion <br />sounds embrace lovers heading into the mist of night. <br /> <br />Between the banter snorters sucked in coke <br />and cannabis wasted in the aisles of wonder <br />glancing at the lights flickering in the rooftops <br />of their eyes, seeking angels of mercy to take <br />them deep into the oblivion of emptiness. <br /> <br />The midnight gong sounds shattered as we <br />huddle in the days of the darkness of unreason <br />wallowing in the madness of the music <br />and breaking every rule that kept us trapped <br />in the cages of that society. <br /> <br />As I look back now, leafing through the years <br />I cut through the morass of tradition and broke free <br />from the shackles of sensibility and found my feet <br />in a wild, wild world where nothing mattered <br />I am now rested at the journeys end <br />waiting for the skyline to blow up in flames.<br /><br />Marshall Gass<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/discotheque-2/
