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Rave

To Dylan Thomas, the bluffer.
 
Go drunk into that dark night.
Rave,
rave with your self’s shadow,
dance.

Dance to electric, acid
drums. Go drunk
into that dark night alight
by fluorescent wristbands.

Rave against living, against dawn. 
Lay bare, under a dark sky,
what we all
are.

Go to the bathroom stalls,
past the raving crowd,
break in line and start
a fist fight.

Get drunk
and scarred, animal.
Smile, neon bloodied,
at oblivion.

Rave against all
lights unflickering,
against all
unbroken bones,

against those who dance
and those who don’t:
be an asshole.

And dance, dance
electric seraph,
dance, dance
to acid drums.


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