Pome: Everyone Knows The Dancefloor

Or do they…

This is now. Pic: Paradisio Publishing

Everyone Knows The Dancefloor

orphaned the day you got born

and did you ever ascertain how all

mystique ends the moment you speak

and

FLAAAAASSSSSH!!!

the child you are and the old you are gonna be and the lights and the DJ dropping a kitchen cooker and

do sheep complain?

where we go when sleep?

if grass ain’t green, then…

this combine

harvester techno is

shredding my hay

and you pull a harmonica

and pipe a few notes

in

The End nightclub circa ‘02/3

stagger to the bar

order a double G with T

lime

slice

copious joie de vivre

ask the barman: when you hurry up because you are late do you really and actually save any time?

the barman grins

he’s seen you before

but

has he???