Freedom of Expression

the girls ooh & aah
loose and wild on the streets
black lights flash
and the flames of candles dance
suffering from pubescent
pop-star infatuations
light up and blow a joint
cigarette smog hangs, halo lights glow
a talisman, gleaming under the streetlight
a black motorcycle, leather bikers
with new tattoos
enticing and inviting
they dance with the devil
tapping the bar and banging
every glass and bottle
hoots and howls, cheers and jeers
whispering aloud, speaking
in infinite detail
myth and magic tied with twine,
a string of lies, consumed
after drinking the left over orange juice
her luminous eyes sparkle
she prances and dances across the stage
it will get them to pay attention
and with a sharp snapping bark
on a summer night
suspended above the ground
twisted like a pretzel
ranting about the ‘narcs’ in the trees
a blend of flesh and bone,
titanium and plastic, held together
by calculated ambiguities
a two-dimensional image
crammed inside a box
with death defying acrobatics
and other dare-devil deeds

the experience ends