There's leaden beat in the lurking feet,

Just look a little bit closer,

You'll see how the steps falter,

with each beat.

Slowly they got encapsulated,

lost in a sea of murmured dreams,

And glowing cigars, got brighter

with each sphere, in another age—

you may just get trickled,

with slow dance.

And they clung to each other's arms,

Like a snake, trying to ooze out

the venom, the retro high beat

flung out in their breathing chunks.

In the rapid fire, caught the city

fifty bucks, sobbing echoed:

trailing drops, the cold tapping/ damping

the cheek once again,

off-road, off-peak, off-grid,

died off and on-beat.

They moved into motion, how sweet!

the heart going through the hazard dreams,

fearsome child, cling on hopes—

perhaps, perhaps, the beat of heart

won't be stopped.

Bodies sway, swapped with corpses,

freaks out at grey speed, speed up!

gear off! the child, leaving out his least

breath, but how can a dull world know?

It's swaying with laughter and wine,

It's swaying with the jazzed beats,

It's drunk on secrets, you've never

seen, never heard of.

the heart is doing thump-thump,

how do you measure the beats

in a rapid dump?

— 1st June, 2024.