02-06-2011, 08:56 AM
passing the club on my way to the shops,
as evening grew up into night,
I heard a swell of pop music,
pouring past white mangy blinds
and glimpsed arcade machines,
some scattered faces, more empty tables,
like the end of a wedding disco.
a sandwich board outside advertised
generic young hunks in crumpled photos,
beneath the scrawled words "ladies night."
the cuboid structure, blank and silent
like a box of nails, reminded me of
holiday camps my Gran took me to as a kid.
I considered this thought as I strolled aimlessly.
as evening grew up into night,
I heard a swell of pop music,
pouring past white mangy blinds
and glimpsed arcade machines,
some scattered faces, more empty tables,
like the end of a wedding disco.
a sandwich board outside advertised
generic young hunks in crumpled photos,
beneath the scrawled words "ladies night."
the cuboid structure, blank and silent
like a box of nails, reminded me of
holiday camps my Gran took me to as a kid.
I considered this thought as I strolled aimlessly.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe