This is a poem I wrote recently about nightclubs. Hope you enjoy it!
Waking up, reverse the night.
martini, mojito, margarita,
turned to tequila shots,
sticky dancing, an expression,
suction stilettos, new meaning.
Reverse 2am. The track colliding
with drama, Djs mixing, rippling
at one with beats. Hip Hop moves
in a frenzy of psychedelic colours
and abstract shapes.
Reverse 12- midnight.
Gaggles of girls,
working as a team. Bump together
in complete unison to mainstream
Reverse 11 o’clock.
Back in the cold, queuing with your troop,
mingling with the herd,
bouncers built like army tanks
refusing even the sweetest underage entry
Now at the start of the night.