from “Darkness” by Lord Byron
conviviality as a way of getting away with it
my heart was on the dance floor, hisssing
padam padam
flower heart paper heart bright sun heart
i wanna see men who forget
swung my arms my heart swum
my idiot heart beating against the break
they did live by extinguished desire
some lay down by their playlists
and others crashed with mad wings
and twinned and crawled and men
thought the earth was hot they writhed
my heart went padam padam, stupidly
in love with being alive, my one idea
my ex girlfriend told me to stop saying it
my heart beats faster when famished of love
and a quick cry and a water and going out
to the dying air and shivering but pink
skin wet and pink and red sought out
the ships are sailorless the sailors are all here
rotting on the dance floor sticky stagnant
my heart is a lump but it struggles
the club is in chaos the sailors are doing
death drops and shots in the dark
a smear of lovely on a cheek
the wind can’t make it in the door
my heart is running out of luck
everyone in here has a twin
and they crawl toward each other
plastic music
my heart is swimming toward my ex
my head stays about the same more sane
nothing lifeless everyone is looking
for someone to behold and we hold ourselves
a shimmering mass of sweat hissing
out from our teeth
it was love the world was void
all stood still and they fell down on the beat
my heart was still beating
i brought my hands to my chest to check
and we mouthed the words while men our eyes caught
plastic music without a heart
we felt it
it was hot and unholy
we swayed the light got lighter
then extinguished
i breathed in sweat
it became a part of heart
the world was void
i avoided the past
the sailors gave each other flowers
they only have eyes for each other
in their whites and their teeth clink
like glass a hand on my heart a hand on
my ass as i sway mouthing the words
we were proud of what we made
i could see everything
unknowing who he was
i watched him get on his knees
we were all knees
their mutualness
their padam padam
it started as a joke then became holy
our words we used holy our hands
pressed our thighs between each others
i could feel your heartbeat in the highest part
of your inner thigh when i pressed my fingers
the powerful heat of being alive
did he glut himself with blood
the blood was practically the surface
i thought my teeth could break through anything
the roof of my mouth felt alive
i shivered immediate
we were all one thought and it was holy body
it was flushed with blood
which we understood was desire
everything was faithfully clear
the sailors kept the men at bay
they batted their hands
how were they not devoured
faithful to a man
they sought each others jaws
the girls kept a circle
suddenly everywhere was girls
each one a perpetual flower
licking their teeth an entire city of love
perpetual moan the crowd was enormous
and we held no enemies even the sailors
had renounced everything but their desire
they would steal the boats padam padam
and keep them for their fucking which fed them
passion cannot be sated but it is fun to try
and war was no more while we were there
we actually believed in utopia
it seemed possible but one thought
we forgot about death we gnashed our teeth
my heart was with blood
immediate and twinned and we clenched
our hands and faded as we liked
into each other’s face
and it was blazing
the blood lived on the surface
hour by hour
and all was black
the city we made with our bodies
and we were happy
the light would not touch us
with our hearts like that
extinguished but the men
forgot their passions in the
moonless air in the eternal holy
they came and went and came and went
and they were happy without desolation
and they did live