Night out on the town

Day 5,401, 00:25 • Published in USA Japan • by Lupa Loveless

Tryna get into this game but it all seems so finished. Any pointers? No? Yeah? Anyway, here's a poem about nothing. You'll probably hate it.

Having been seen through by the moneyed spat, they both kept close.
The bar was full of deckers, the scent of fine liquor and noise that
Both had ne'er seen, smelled or heard the like of, since the China Flu
Now new, with all chances they'd a go at the winners prize.

Having seen the rock and the roll they went with the tide
Outside for a break from the crowd and then back into the melee
Of heavy bodies, strict in purpose and guided by a hive of angry patrons
Who ignored the bands efforts, guarding their drinks away from dancers.

Once they'd parted, one loose, one looser still they left
But not without a fuss, a jacket, a peroxide blonde claiming
All sorts, the leaving was as moneyed as the arrival
Tempting all the gods in heaven, nothing could rival this.

One kept to herself, the other free on a whim,
The taxi, straight back to it's ill formed intents.
Once the knock fit the string it was time to let go, and
Both are living, past the aim. Both are still freely standing.

Her to him, shaking and feral. A lick tongue kiss as inevitable as an off chance