Inches away from millimetre perfect


Hanging around in Melbourne pubs and clubs in the 1980s, being cynical and feeling sorry for myself. Ah, to be in my early thirties again! Not!



Teenage fashion junkies
Playing poor
Fifty dollar hairdos
Labels on their pants

Hip shack rhythms collide
Push through the sweat
Women yawn together
In the breaks

They wait for the split
When boy meets girl
Wishes of fulfillment
Played out on the dance floor

Coats on stranger’s tables
Melting glasses left
To stand bereft
Throb of disco calls

Ears and necks offer
Glitters of fleshy bait
For the bodies below
Cynicism blocks easy flow

Too many night clubs
Around the world
Make the watcher wary
Everything’s a game

Time loses meaning
Lust remains the same
Dancing video sets the pace
Tempts awkward dancers

With existence
In another place


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