CLUB SCENE

The sweat pours,
the legs pump,
the arms sprawl,
the pelvis spasms hither and yon.
The body, disconnected from the brain
but controlled by the spirit
does whatever it can
to show it’s in charge
with an utter absence of control.

The night pumps,
the lights spasm,
the bodies pour into
the club sprawl
where spirits are drained
at whatever charges
they can muster
in the service
of connected pelvii.

The sweat pores pump.
The legs spasm.
The bodies, brained,
spirit away,
hither and yon,
disconnected.
Absent
until the next chance
to do whatever they can.