Bar 25

I’m all black ink
an exile sketch
varicose vein in the night
scents and trends
lead me to your derelict niches
porcupines of light piercing the dance floor
a thousand shiny faces of techno
human tentacles
up in the air
              exit
two stars
over my astray skull
if I could sculpt
this eccentricity
into
art.

4 thoughts on “Bar 25

  1. very cool poem, pablo. i particularly like these words and phrases;

    exile sketch

    your derelict niches
    porcupines of light

    two stars
    over my astray skull

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