Night in Amsterdam (beat-style poem)

“Let’s ditch sobriety- we don’t have long!”
through smoky neon corridors we stumble
ogled by locals who have left that sharp neurotic clarity
for a soft emerald haze

soon crumbs tumble over crumpled jumpers
scents ground into coarse carpets of bug-infested halls,
walls rumble with droning bass and electro-beat.

then the first wave came with
flashbacks to pages of delirious drivel on cheap paper,
when midst a well-initiated crowd,
whittled this weakened greymatter with whimsy
Nudging- urging incomprehension

soon trapped tangled and forgotten
in some momentary moiety of time,

cursed by a chain of petty words
to ponder for an eternity..

doggy-paddle into that psychic vastness
in this bustling city,
surrounded by exquisite human artistry,
great geometries of religiosity,
scampering through that neurological realm,
where met the cast of Freudian epics
-Minds waving fibrous arms in the dark
seeking some logic

But finding only empty words.
emptied words. 
every itch and tic, tic, tic
reminds of bodily machinations
static arcs surge through face and limb

By night lost in a crowd

city teems like a whorl of salmon, like a thumbprint, like a Van Gogh sky,
Every glance is suspect.
swallow a shriek as maps melt into Mondrians.

later the red lights come
the cluttered exhibitions tap on glass
wearing velcro smiles,
a pity swarms these booths
The Lord of the Flies.
Wide-eyed hoodies lurk
whisper offerings of dust

like synthetic specters
slithering through slender cracks in the crowd.

somehow, we escaped… 


NB: Featured image is by Michiel Buijse…  I was reading a lot of Ginsberg before writing this poem.. XD


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