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
hugh wade 
It is wonderful to hear you recite your poems. A refreshing experience here. 🙂
Thank you Nomzi .. I think it’s important to hear the words as I do. Maybe it helps people who are a little frightened of poetry.
It lifts the words off the page and brings more of your energy into them. I am sure it does. Words for the people.