Friday, July 30, 2004

---------- Night Life ----------

Dusk
Lifts The Sober Mask
Of Day And Heralds In
A Transformed Scene.

Upon The Brightly Gilded Streets
All Kinds Of People Meet
Amidst The Disquiet
Waiting For The Riot
That Is To Come
And The Thumping Bass Drums
While The Myriad Neon Lights
Enlivens The Night.

Out Of School And Office They’d Scoot
Home Tearing Out Of Uniforms And Business Suits
And Donning Costumes Sleek
They’d Come To Seek
The Thriving Nightlife To Unwind
From The Daily Grind
Of Monotony—Here Lies A Sprawl
Of Pleasures, Cigarettes And Alcohol.

Here The Ladies Strut Their Stuff
A Flesh And Fashion Parade More Than Enough
For Men To Ogle At
Grabbing Attention That
Perhaps They Crave
And Only The Reckless Brave
Or Desperate Army Boys Out From Camp
Try To Hit On Them

Or Bid Their Time To Later Seize
The Opportunity To Squeeze
Amongst The Throngs
Of Sweaty Bodies All Night Long
Where More Than Shoulders
Press And Rub Against Each Other
And Licentious Hands Move Unnoticed,
Ignored, Unpunished.

Here The Vibrant Young Let Loose
High On Smoke And Booze
Wild And Rabid
To The Music
They Dance The Night Away
In Euphoric Decay
And Lose Themselves In This
Abandon As The Mind Blanks In Bliss.

And Then
It Ends
At Two Plus Three In The Morn
The Music Stops, The Lights Come On
Shattering The Dark
And The Reality Of Another Day Is Stark
In Their Heads As They Lumber
Back Into A World That Slumbers
In The Night.

It’s Then A Sight
Of Restless Souls
Aimless On Where Else To Go;
Of Vomit Upon The Ground
And The Sober Hauling The Limp Around;
Of A Trail Of Blue Lights That Await
As The People Dissipate
Patient For Their Turn—
Cab Drivers With A Living To Earn.

The Night Has Gone
And The Dawn
Has Yet To Greet
The Shadows, And Ghosts Now Walk The Street.

---------- Night Life ----------

A nice poem by Kian Seh, one of my pal. Darn nice and decided to put it on the blog.
Kudos to Kian Seh.

posted at 30.7.04 _________________________________________________________________