NIGHTCLUB: JESSE P.FERGUSON

 

dense wall of writhing
flesh, hits you
                    a hot tsunami

the reptilian brain
licks itself
        into power
        creeps from out
its ancient burrow
beneath the cerebellum
grips the mind with
      keen claws
          of pent-up instinct

you drown in images
   of perfect limbs
curves destined for limbo
faces you won’t
         even remember
                       wanting to

 

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