Twenty Thousand Leagues Under a Nightclub

I come running to your shining floors

Your pillars of light, Your walls of flesh

The smell of alcohol intoxicates the night

While I sway to the rhythm of wanton amnesia

The floor is the battle-field

Silent cries of the stricken

Permeate the soft ooze of commercialized music

Warriors strut, displaying cold devious armor

Darts of supermarket love fly

Here walk hideous beauties and weak champions

And laughs resound like mournful drums

Under the incessant beating of desire

Bodies flicker like flames

Issuing from cold shiny floors

And eaten by a vacuous ether that hangs above all

Colored sparks fly, clashing violently

Anointing prophets

Dragging eyes by cruel hooks to altars of profane deities



I crave your shining floors

And your dark corners where I lurk, feeble and destitute:

From my dark corner

Devoid of fatal light

I dare to see outside the prison

At a dazzling sky devoid of imperfections

Before my sight is blinded forever