last night's show

the scene was rampant.
bodies shrugged,
bent,
and bore down upon one another;
brother against brother
as the sound slammed against the
ceiling
in a type of social healing.
a wave of sweat and angst
like the last supper
where christ gave thanks
to the execution he was yet to suffer.
an arm flailed across their line of sight
where there broke out a fight.
two young men blowing off steam
in a manner obscene.
a single bloody lip ring
clattered
against the floor and out of view
where ripe and bloody mouths
reeled from fists thrown anew.

"let's fuck,"
she said.

"here?!"
he asked.

"yeah, here!" she
shouted over the music.

by the next beat
they were curving their way
toward ecstasy.
a single tit fell from a torn
t shirt. a scowl formed at the edge
of her lips. he bore down
and grunted in between the drop
of the kick drum.

sweat,
semen,
and piss
rose from the pit.

a socially ironic lyric
jumped from the PA
and rummaged through the crowd.
the vocalist bowed,
took his stand,
snatched up the mic in his hand
and pronounced
the next line in time
with the chorus
as it flourished
and drove out along the crowd.

"fuck me harder,"
she said.

but he was already
giving everything he had
and didn't think it was bad
the way he was pushing himself
into the melody.

"don't you fucking come,"
she said, "until i get mine."

he grabbed that
single tit
that poked out from her shirt
and wiped away the dirt
from his brow,
thrusting like a madman
on a crash course with disaster.
his hips thrust faster
and the girl was almost there,
her ankles adorned in underwear.
and a crude smile formed
at the corners of her mouth
right before her boy
bowed out.

the lights came on
when the song
was done
and there was nothing left
to do
but run
out onto the streets
in a stampede
of stomping feet
and thrash the society
that held their indignity
to the dropkick of a steady beat.