BILLY’S FILLER

This night is electric.
The stars are dancing
the tunes are pulsing
the smells…
well, the smells are what you’d expect
from the city but
the magic all around us
it is palpable.

This is a night of possibility
of potential
of explosions and inversions and exquisite exercises in futility
that just feel right, anyway,
you know?

This was a day of catastrophe
and an evening of exclusion.
It’s been a week of sadness
and a month of failures.
There’s been awkwardness
and uncomfort going on for too long.
But this night,
this night…

This night has been all right.
This night has had a special magic.
This night has been expressive.
This night has been electric.