ElektroniqueIt was around 9 PM, but already the night was reclaiming its territory from the sun. Mark looked around. Surly technophiles were beginning to fill the club, but their realist eyes spoke higher of them than their dress. The inverted glow of the place was growing, as each second brought more ultraviolet illumination from the conglomerate of Darklights set in the apex of the atrium above. Mr. Fantastic & Mrs. Contagious-Electronique Club had just opened, but already had a cult following will the local techno junkies and college kids looking for a spot to purge their stress. More people surged at the door waited to be carded, and the LEDs in the dance floor booted up in anticipation of the incoming chaos. It was a cozy place just hardcore enough for electronica from anywhere, but comfortable for those who just wanted house specialty drinks. Mark was the proprietor of the club, and he enjoyed watching his patrons have a good time. At least someone was. he thought. He was a luckyElektronique by joetexaco
Boy VoyageIf I could write one thousand words,Boy Voyage by joetexaco
To sail across the sea,
Wondering the hardships I'd endure,
To bring you back to me.
Of freezing fire,
And blazing ice,
One last desire to suffice the lust I've felt oh so thrice.
A eulogy of heaven I'd sing,
As the waves crash across the bow,
And feeling their icy sting,
Reach up into the clouds.
One last time,
Sworn in my own blood,
Slashing my hands as a clasp a promise,
Bound with thyme and mud.