i'd go to see
the
curled ecstasy accidents outside the thump-crunch dance tent
arms wrapped round their own legs
fetal
on
their
sides
eyes child-scared wide
tortoises tipped and spiked
on the worn grassless ground around the giant tent ropes
i'd look into
the
dante-neon mash of banded limbs and glo-hoops
they were carried free from
see
their
friends
in there that had abandoned them
scientifically absorbed into a wild high rush
of
a
greater mass and hot primal mob
i'd have sunglasses on in cool summer night
make the shining darkness
subdued
duller
light my dominican cigar and unscrew the whisky again
and
crackle thru the carpet of empty evian
weave into the bass heart of the pulsing caterpillar
thunder of torsos sweating
shirtless
sports-bra'd
i was stoned and stone and cold
lost black ice in a tech-crib of new born innocent fire
i'd stand still as stone drunk drinking and alone
anomalous
a cloud of wet smoke heavy with booze disease
a
tumour
in
their
rush of love
but
i like
the
Chemical Brothers
too
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