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a poem by Subodh

Will tonight be better or will tonight be the same?

Will we explore wild unknown youth,
orchestrate dramatic brushes on the dance floor,
or plumb depressing depths of the pick-up girls’ eye?

Will we rock our heads and forget our senses,
in five large vodkas and the incessant rap of the snare drum;
killing, killing, killing, hurt
living, living, living, love
getting, getting, getting, numb.

Always the last to leave the place,
empty bottles and disarrayed chairs;
those supposedly drunk
have gone…sane.

Why are we left behind?
To wonder.was tonight better or was it the same?

(Don’t reflect or you’ll die)