Beat in the blues the musky smell of smoke slithering br in and out of nostrils- dragon like dancing br to the ceiling and the drums bop, hard as muscle br women gyrate to the pulse of passion br sounds embrace lovers heading into the mist of night. br br Between the banter snorters sucked in coke br and cannabis wasted in the aisles of wonder br glancing at the lights flickering in the rooftops br of their eyes, seeking angels of mercy to take br them deep into the oblivion of emptiness. br br The midnight gong sounds shattered as we br huddle in the days of the darkness of unreason br wallowing in the madness of the music br and breaking every rule that kept us trapped br in the cages of that society. br br As I look back now, leafing through the years br I cut through the morass of tradition and broke free br from the shackles of sensibility and found my feet br in a wild, wild world where nothing mattered br I am now rested at the journeys end br waiting for the skyline to blow up in flames.