Four Poems Japanese
By Matthew Peipert. Club No Style A five a.m. genuflection, To the predawn perfection On the curb outside Club NoStyle. Swimming in my shirt In a pool of pill – I am post-human, blown-open and I’m glinting The glamour inside, Breathing the music alive Trusting the one friend beside – The one friend I need tonight, Can’t lose tonight cause We’re wasted wandering wantless wasters And we see the sun now, And we should go in now, See there’s only so much time now For this perf