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Backstreet "Study of a Nightclub"
Music was wild,
Debauchery abound.
Seeing hearing nothing,
The horses circled round.
Dance floor was a riot
Of gyrating bodies, sound.
Seeing, hearing nothing,
The horses circled round.
Bar was insolent, surly,
In derision dissonance found.
Seeing, hearing nothing,
The horses circled round.
A calliope of clamor
Blending color, riot, sound.
Blinded and un-hearing,
The horses circled round.
Unaware of life surrounding.
Animated only by the sound.
Tenant-less, numb, un-feeling
The horses circled round.
Debauchery abound.
Seeing hearing nothing,
The horses circled round.
Dance floor was a riot
Of gyrating bodies, sound.
Seeing, hearing nothing,
The horses circled round.
Bar was insolent, surly,
In derision dissonance found.
Seeing, hearing nothing,
The horses circled round.
A calliope of clamor
Blending color, riot, sound.
Blinded and un-hearing,
The horses circled round.
Unaware of life surrounding.
Animated only by the sound.
Tenant-less, numb, un-feeling
The horses circled round.
Published 19th Apr 2012
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19th Apr 2012 3:15pm
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21st Apr 2012 00:22am
Dear Miki ... This was a true experience ... many years ago my young son took me and his mother to this nightclub called "Backstreet" The music was so loud it hurt my ears ... it was an extensive place with many bars and an enormous dance floor. To the back of the dance floor and above it about 20 to 25 feet up was this carousel of horses that circled round ... thus the poem ... Thanks for reading and your kind comments ... Bruce
20th Apr 2012 00:04am
21st Apr 2012 00:23am