FUNCTION ROOM
There is no poetry in music, not this way:
a room pulsating with dance,
the detritus of meals discarded,
some celebration of sales figures achieved,
the mutual masturbation of praise
for the highlight of successful days.
There is no poetry in noise,
a hell machine driven to death
on the sweat of drunken breath.
No, no poetry for me;
although I play the songs
no young girls cry.
raypool
Wed 10th Oct 2018 22:56
Thanks David, just a sideswipe at the end! thanks. Perhaps I should have had a facelift.
Ray