Club

he prays for love like rain

when he is thirsty he walks in a lake

stones line the edge like stubble

but the grit smiles like glitter

and he gleams his reflection off the water face

like cocaine

when the water rushes to hold him

he holds it like a prostitute

gropes it like a fish’s tongue

for a lip

he loves water song

he hoses down music in bass beats

and drowns in lipstick

his cheeks the colour of strobe lights

and dives deeper into the floor.

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