Night at Illusion

Standing on the line with a couple of friends and a stoned White folk
who apparently looked cold and desolate ......I presumed he came out
to foolishly drown whatever makes this world unfair to
him ........unlike everyone I was anxious to leave
having an inner conflict at that
moment with my supposedly innocent mind.
While waiting like the Indians at Bombay
Train stations..........thinking of nothing else but the quickest way
to leave ......expecting no train ......and staring at my wristwatch
at every minute interval .......praying time takes a
super fly;.........she appeared like a Supernova and off like an
asteroid ......I hadn't thought she would be there........making my
conversation as punctual as I could ......I Turned back.....looked
over the adjacent street .....Expectedly like the speed of light she
was swift again. Her movement is impossible I must conclude.
With the stench of ammonia....from the decayed soil getting into my
nostril ....I quickly pushed my way pass the crowd and into the
club..... I searched for the nearest wall to lean like a Gecko and
probably take a few less alcoholic shots
Watching the unbalanced proportional ratio of Male to Female.....I gave up the
hope of twisting my hips on the opposite sex....and I rejected all
possible eye contact .......I didn't make it here to do wrong.....am
here to unwind and maybe sight see..
with a miasma of particles floating around and settling on my
over diluted Bacardi ....I cursed out to the manager and the cigar
smoker....on an impulse quick enough to displace momentum I made it
for the nearest exit
Feeling so expired, I thought of calling the inefficient, unreliable
and Non-chalet Morgan town Cab/Taxi.....with no other phrase other
than ..".We would get you a Taxi as soon as we can,".. ......I let
whoever said that have the F-word for breakfast ...with no regrets
While the weather cried...on no hurting Sun..The rain dropped creating
a melody that appeared more aptly Beethoven .....Like thieves I
watched the police hide in dark corners for shelter with the speed
radar running . Lurking and hurting their underworld lukewarm
counterparts........No one depends on Sherlock Holmes, Tin Tin, Nancy
Drew and the rest action Figures.
With nothing left but the cigarette fag, and broken bottles lying motionless on the paved floors of highs Street, I made it home on foot with my friends who apparently didn't cherish the night.