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“The Planet” bar is spilling over with players and haters,
With movers and grovers
Saturated with spirits...
Thunderous gusts of Depeche Mode
Intermingling with zealous bursts of Delirium,
Bodies moving
To a rhythmic pulse of techno oblivion-
Occasional brawls break out with heated acrimony
As exotic dancers swirl around a silver pole
Ejaculating fantasy and snatching fees...
The bouncer runs into strobe lights
Seeing himself in the reflection of broken glass-
Blood splattered over his face
Feeling as though baptized
By earth’s secular dance,
He stands in pulsating lights
Deciding to bounce this night’s misguided dreamer...
“Enough of this bullshit, you asshole, out you go.”
Grabs him by the neck and escorts him to the door
Flings him onto drenched dark street...
“Don’t come back to “The Planet!”
The bouncer looks at him with deep black eyes
Points to the night sky
Giving him the bird.
This dreamer lifts himself off the concrete,
Rubbing his head after kissing the street.
He looks above to the Milky Way
Wishing he could tongue kiss with the heavens,
Longing for that celestial embrace
He used to know before this lifetime.
“Boy, I must have taken some shot to the head,”
He utters under the streetlamp,
Holding on for support.
“I’m beginning to imagine strange stuff,”
He mutters as he shakes his head back and forth
To clear the astral cobwebs from his thoughts...
“Actually, I’m having far-off feelings
Of my being bounced around all the time...
I never feel at home anymore,
Just always reviewing direction
Looking forward to the next pit stop in time...
I remember strange images
Psychic descriptions of civilizations
Stored in mind’s ethereal body,
Never losing these fundamental truisms of being,
Never forgetting the cosmic cause
To evolve efficiently and escalate,
Enduring the dynamic sequence of karmic teleporting...
I am releasing my soul into the abyss
To be guided by the source of creation
And I am wondering what I am doing here,
At ‘The Planet’ when all the stars are beckoning
Me to move on...
Boy, I guess it is true when they say,
‘Shake the brain, never the same.’”
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