Saturday, 1 February 2014

A poem a day - day 32

Thursday Night Ritzy, Doncaster, early 90s

Dark, definitely dangerous,
Drinking snake bite and black
Thump of bass, flicker of white 
Through dry ice and smoke
Music as thick as molasses 
Swimming through sound 
On to a sticky dance floor
Hair flying as heads bang
Hands clasped behind backs
Doc Marten's stamp a beat
Flowery dresses swish
Head tipped back, hair ripples,
Life visceral, young and strong. 

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