I’m leaning into the deja vu
Bass soaked boxes
and piss soaked alleys
in between
where we light cigarettes,
take stock,
and step back inside
and then we dance
The room is caught
in the beat
The lover
of my lover
gives me a cold stare
The lights change hue
Briefly, I am blinded
I look away
Feet and faces
All of the everything
that makes the wonderful chaos
rolls in, then away, like the sea
The same old haunts
I’m leaning into the deja vu