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dirty dancefloor
yeah...Content warning maybe? Poem...definitely!
dirty dancefloor
sticky bar and more
horny chancers
flirty dancers
drunken confessions
paramedic processions
The deafening bass
love and romance displaced
a pill, a knife
the end of a life
the somber and sobering
Hangover and remembering
the truth despite the pain
that you will do it again
after the haze ascends
the future holds more weekends
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Author's Notes: Okay...so this came about because of remembering a line from Arctic Monkey's I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor and just when you're young and go clubbing. I didn't do it much, but did spend a few nights a week during my college years, getting drunk at pubs and clubs. Anyway...I am sure there are warnings in this piece. Definitely not condoning that behaviour...or something.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
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Comments (4)
Definitely had some nights in the club, although few. No knives, but a whole lot of these other shenanigans going on. Fun to reminisce through this piece!
And now we have Mr. Hyde taking over Dr. Jekyll.
I think it’s a rite of passage to have those experiences in our 20’s. It’s how we learn what our limits are, and how to treat our bodies, as well as how to find balance between pleasure and overindulgence… if that makes sense. There’s a danger in such hedonism, eschewing responsibility. There’s also a danger in being a workaholic who cannot ever unwind. If we’re smart, we learn how to have those wild nights in the safety of our loved ones, celebrating hard work and achievements. Your poetry always gets my brain going.
Sometimes I feel nostalgic for youth...sometimes I feel relieved not to need to revisit it.