Angelo playing inside
these filthy walls since ’90
no longer plays to the walls
but is the walls
is the smokeyceiling
theneonlights thehanging
plants
the thuddrumthuddrum
thuddrum comeon !
all us hangingvines
pour the cobblestones
drink seasons moldy classics
become bassline players like Angelo
slowly slowly over time, thuddrum
thuddrum comeon !
revised “red journal” writing….
nice…love the sounds and feel of this one…as i could have been right there listening to the bass line…smiles.
I like the way you let the words run-on to each other, an onomatopaeic rendering of what's happening inside the club, with snatches of music, conversation, all threading together into a wall of sound.
Felt like I was right there, loved the sound effects spelled out.
thanks all… had some fun with this one!
Poetry by JC Snyder 
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