Poetry Blogs (Clubbing)
The pulsating beat
searing into your head
like a hot poker
The stench of stale beer
on a smoke-laden atmosphere
Skull-piercing strobe lighting
Empty condom machines
in toilets lit by ultraviolet
to deter drug users
Pimps & Posers
Thursday 17th January 2019 12:07 am
I see the dark side of the dance floor tonight
It looks like an abyss with disco lights
A sea of bodies losing all sense of function
To the sounds of groovy beats and cosmic rhythms.
You’re standing there like you are waiting for me
A sweet little devil dress- tight black.
Diamond heels and ruby red lipstick
You are the type of trouble I am looking for.
Tuesday 9th August 2016 5:28 am
Good morning campers
Time for more ramblings from my mind, spewing forth on the page like a student at a house party. Something a bit more story based from me this time, Inspired by a recent trip to Berlin and a simply amazing club called Weekend. I think the poem tells you everything else you need to know.
Low lit square at 3AM
Carriage pulls up
Friday 28th September 2012 2:15 pm