Poem 6/7/16

New tricks and light strobes seize me,

drag me far but keep me in a fugue state –

I want to keep lying, trust me, this is what

I am meant to be – protean in the club,

the last human dancing on a barren floor,

uncompromising – my feet never stay bored

and my mind slides, spins along with yours

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Posted on June 7, 2016, in Writing and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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