Zouk

Just feeling the vibe
We stay until five
In a cramped, foul-smelling club, Zouk.

Whether drunk or sober
I realize I'm over
The nightlife of which I once partook.

These places, they ravish
The wants of the body,
now repressed, with lavish
subjections of status and skin.

A hodgepodge of noises
Permeates bodies and voices
Who seek to appease the choices
Of pleasures made vice, habits, sins.

But this joy's quick flame
Is not lasting nor tame
It goes whence it came
Leaving scorched pieces in our soul.

Thirsty for nourishment
*UNFINISHED*