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Nightlife
Strangers in stairways
Pressed into corners
Or leaning over iron bars
Looking up to the rooftop
Or spiraling down into the pit
Smoking, lounging, laughing,
Screwing or hammering
Notes of nothingness
Glossy gaze of hearts unpaid
Holes in stockings, thighs unfazed
The club scene is serene
To others just a phase
To me, it's meditative
Strangers in stairways
Teach me to live
Pressed into corners
Or leaning over iron bars
Looking up to the rooftop
Or spiraling down into the pit
Smoking, lounging, laughing,
Screwing or hammering
Notes of nothingness
Glossy gaze of hearts unpaid
Holes in stockings, thighs unfazed
The club scene is serene
To others just a phase
To me, it's meditative
Strangers in stairways
Teach me to live
Published 12th Dec 2016
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12th Dec 2016 11:57am
Anonymous
12th Dec 2016 5:16pm
You have a way of wrapping up poems with an unanticipated bow. It is very delightful change of pace.
12th Dec 2016 6:54pm
I've always been a people watcher too, Muse. Enjoyed seeing them through your eyes.
15th Dec 2016 3:36am
16th Dec 2016 6:47am
I must agree 100% with Badmalthus....this is one GREAT piece!! I did not know where you were taking it, but slammed me with the punchline at the end. AWESOME!!!
