Club NoStyle

A five a.m. genuflection,

To the predawn perfection

On the curb outside Club NoStyle.

Swimming in my shirt

In a pool of pill  –

I am post-human, blown-open and

I’m glinting

The glamour inside,

Breathing the music alive

Trusting the one friend beside –

The one friend I need tonight,

Can’t lose tonight cause

We’re wasted wandering wantless wasters

And we see the sun now,

And we should go in now,

See there’s only so much time now

For this perfection,

This genuflection

In the creakjoint

Waking whalesong

Of Shibuya morning.


Featured here by 3:AM Magazine!

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