Club Night

Afraid of abundance,

too long at the bottom.

blessed I stood,

bright male,

brilliance magnified.

in the inner city,

and yet,

shivering in the warm,

terrified of cash

and neon

and the women ...

anyone of them

could be the one,

and there were these

horrifying mixed drinks

that I could suddenly afford,

and the face in the mirror

behind the bar ...

no longer a child ...

I wanted to lie down,

lick the floor,

make it my home ...

I was born blue,

but now grown

whatever color

the strobe light

would have me ...

not forgetting music,

throbbing, throbbing,

so heavy on the beat,

my heart's dominatrix.

--John Grey