Night Out by Paul Goring

Out in the night

Young

among

the raging masses

Feeling heroic

without reason

Seeking sensation

without knowing

what to feel

Making it all up

as I went along

Learning the language

of love

in a vicarious

hilarious

wondrous stupor

of righteous alcohol

fermenting bright-eyed

hormones

Spinning on my axis

broken glass

disco ball

fly-eyed

superman

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