Up All Night
May. 15th, 2015 04:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bruortonThe damp May evening after the rain
is hedged in with a woven wall of sound
as impenetrable as the black edge of the woods
going down the slope to the marsh.
The peepers have come in their hundreds,
or their thousands. Who can tell?
The quavers and squeaks and beeps blend
seamlessly, unwavering. Past midnight, past dawn.
It is a 24-hour nightclub down there, young bodies
singing, pulsing, looking for the right signs:
a total hook-up culture. They are the original
Daft Punk, up all night to get lucky.
is hedged in with a woven wall of sound
as impenetrable as the black edge of the woods
going down the slope to the marsh.
The peepers have come in their hundreds,
or their thousands. Who can tell?
The quavers and squeaks and beeps blend
seamlessly, unwavering. Past midnight, past dawn.
It is a 24-hour nightclub down there, young bodies
singing, pulsing, looking for the right signs:
a total hook-up culture. They are the original
Daft Punk, up all night to get lucky.
