Cansei de ser sexy

The bass throbs and aches.
Big, behind mad scientist synths that swirl
and bleep. The Brazilian bombshell screams,
high off the petrol fumes
pouring from a guitar that looms
tense in the shadows.

Electro beats flow to form
synthesized perfection. A sweaty brilliance,
with chunky, velcro chords that
swagger like an alcoholic.
An explosion of rocktronica, trapped
in some fairground fantasy.

Intense industrial spirals and
jolted shoulder rolls, with echoes of square lead
to please. Foreign lyrics reverberate round
a glow-stick heaven.
Compressed into a tight ball of
ridiculous energy, she detonates with joy.


*

Forever
after James Sheard

Beyond us,
his voice raised up
and echoed over a silenced crowd.

An intense serenity -
Staring up into a hazy summer’s
night, we lay captivated.

A sea of dirty bodies,
floating to the sounds of
untarnished milk.

In the green mist,
the shivers crawled and touched us
in that moment, forever.


Sophie Williamson