It was just like last time

or something like that anyway

with my boys gone,

in their own ways displaced from the advantageous

cavernous black hole of sound

that consumed us.

swallowed and birthed us in its gloomy dungeon

floating amidst the waves

twirling

bad boys, skinny girls with that look on their face like,

fuck off

and everybody in between hazing into the black cement tattered walls

blue lighting seeping through the ceilings

dips between the pure

gray industrial gradients

drifting through the halls

like we’ve been here before

we came here to dance

the feelings fall somewhere in between

on point for you boo

let’s stay in the shadows

the air we breathe heavy and wet

drips down the wall

boom

slide

finesse

vogue

taking it

the warm wet sea of strangers glides and sly

fall further

above the black

below the fracture

distorted

faded

gravel in our mouths

cold spins backwards filter into the hard scene

dissipates

step one two baby

tender though

Poem by Alex Helfand