Left-Handed Cigarettes

By Kevin Masmela

wet from the downpour

detoxing by dancing

deranged by dubstep

the speaker makes my bones vibrate

sometimes my brain goes numb

while the song continues to strum

my spine until the chord breaks

I can hear the way our footsteps kiss the floor,

stomping above hell-grounds because why not?

Bury me under a mosh-pit so the crowd

can wake me from my death,

so the sound of the beat

can pump blood back into my heart

I love the way my body feels after a three hour set

the way my feet zombie their way into the crowd,

slowly pacing

shoulder shrugging

stone struck

by the lasers...

By Kevin Masmela