Cycle
Late nite arrival at the
underground club
Heavy metal music playing,
smacking your head like a club
Gin your friend, head
swimming like a sub
Move to the beat,
straight-edge in the tub
Black the color of night,
of dress, of electricity so right
See people of past, of
present, of future, like a slut in sight
This life of an
unforgiving reality, too good to be trite
Handsome face, athletic
body, used by women then cast aside
Too many in my bed, cannot
remember their legs
Confused mind of years, no
recall of love, just sex
Run away from that world,
will not let go
Your fate set by your
weakness, saved by accepting go
No regret, for that is
futility from stupidity
Look for the good in the
grass of the heated jungle of rigidity
You know the bends of an
oath not broken only bent
Relationships now like
marks, heaven sent
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