the people come
they consume libations
they gyrate in strange rhythms
that may or may not
bear any resemblance to the beat
thump thumping throughout
men from tshirt to suits
women in dresses, pants, shirts
or less
the pounding inundates my consciousness
throbbing in my head
taking music i may or may not enjoy
revamping it
changing it
"dj-ing" it
destroying it
surrounded by the sea
of human interplay
at least i am alone
forever
out
