dirty dancefloor
yeah...Content warning maybe? Poem...definitely!
dirty dancefloor
sticky bar and more
horny chancers
flirty dancers
drunken confessions
paramedic processions
The deafening bass
love and romance displaced
a pill, a knife
the end of a life
the somber and sobering
Hangover and remembering
the truth despite the pain
that you will do it again
after the haze ascends
the future holds more weekends
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Author's Notes: Okay...so this came about because of remembering a line from Arctic Monkey's I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor and just when you're young and go clubbing. I didn't do it much, but did spend a few nights a week during my college years, getting drunk at pubs and clubs. Anyway...I am sure there are warnings in this piece. Definitely not condoning that behaviour...or something.
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Paul Stewart
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Comments (3)
Definitely had some nights in the club, although few. No knives, but a whole lot of these other shenanigans going on. Fun to reminisce through this piece!
And now we have Mr. Hyde taking over Dr. Jekyll.
Sometimes I feel nostalgic for youth...sometimes I feel relieved not to need to revisit it.