I have nothing to say,
nor anything to hear
but I hear all
but I can’t make anything out
because this restaurant
this room, from ground to towering ceiling,
the entire human race
it is all in discord.

Spotlights shine down on us,
being eclipsed by:
a fan that just can’t rotate fast enough
but scampers anyway like a dog after its own tail.
It dices through
the light
shadow
light
shadow
a slideshow of a light show
slow-mo
but so damn fast too, yo
cerebral like
a rave
that servevs spaghetti ‘stead of E
a spluttering wave
crest rising
and splashing hard down
on my neck,
I gotta hit the deck
I gotta bounce
but I can’t move
trounced
with epilepsy.
And damn is this feckin’ jacket is hot as a bitch.