Rave

[71degrees]

October 30th, 2010
Daly City, California

Tonight,
we’re dancing
dressed as our dreams
to remember who we are
after a long week of cookie-cutting.
The electric bill is paid,
but we have dues to pay to Hedone!
Green hands grab purple hips,
teal lips kiss a pink neck;
each sensation could summon a smile and a seizure.
The moon is the president, the pope,
our mother, our father,
distraction, reminder.
A voluptuous Dora the Explorer
just slipped something into my $6 Aquafina
and I can’t bring myself to hate her for it.
The walls are dripping sweat,
two Chinese schoolgirls are kissing ferociously
in between a shared Newport,
a skeleton in a chain-link t-shirt
is wondering if I have any coke for sale,
someone’s dad just bought a $12 Heineken
for a girl scout.
The men’s bathroom
functions as a nighttime confessional
for those high enough to tell the truth
and no one in the stalls
are surprised at what they hear.
Hell has no demons;
they’re all dancing in the Cow Palace!
Tomorrow may bring an array of plagues
and we might deserve damnation,
but tonight,
God isn’t dancing.

I agree this is fun. "…but tonight, God isn't dancing" is a great finish. Could do w/o line: "to remember who we are." (Not sure we dream to remember things. Line just doesn't jive for me).

Love the bathroom stalls/confessional analogy. Wonderful image. Also the Cow Palace image. Might want to do something more w/the "array of plagues" image…if this is a reference to Egypt/Moses, maybe a tie-in image to Passover somehow. Just a thought. I enjoyed reading this. Would love to "hear" it read. Have you ever seen the play "Nunsense?" The humor here matching up well with that play. A version might be somewhere on Youtube.