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i have been to L’Endroit Sans Souci
donned another mask, snuck by the guards into the forbidden city.
Equal parts shadow and pulsing neon flash blinding
Self lost to the churning collective; where did my friends go?
Anathema populace rewriting, reinterpreting, reinventing the laws of sexuality
On a minute by minute, trial and error basis.
The bartender turns the tap to deal out liquid sex for four dollars an orgasm
{i’ll just stick to water thank you}
Predatory eyes devouring flesh supple as an unblemished apple,
So much beauty and ugliness melted then interwoven until lost
Within the music’s unceasing savage rhythm pulling at the five corners.
Those godlike boys dancing so impossibly close they’ve fused together;
Hands down back pockets pulling tight
Fingers slipping under the buttons of his shirt searching not for a soul…
(Do you know that guy who had his tongue in your throat?)
(Naw, but he was hot wasn’t he?)
{i think i would rather dance with myself}
How can you be alone reveling before a lighted wall consecrated to mass produced idols
Pushing lyrics quickly forgotten tomorrow but for now intoxicating;
These boys burn their luck down to the wick to live carelessly on borrowed time.
Demons. Angels. All sneaking from sight to form a perilous union for this one night.
{no one shall share my bed but my dreams}
In the morning i’ll smell of dried sweat, cheap lust, and even cheaper cigarettes
Mask removed, mirror clear, i know i’ll never belong there
At L’Endroit Sans Souci, because if i have to wear a mask to get in
how Me can i be, a prisoner in the Place Without Worry