It was rush hour in the night club cafeteria

High atop the social tower

High above a thousand glittering impersonal lights

In the towering club

The elite danced the night away

To the pulse of the latest rage

Blood red was the light


It was a few hours before dawn

And night was not yet gone

When the chase began

As an emissary of the Dragon force

A policeman-assassin of sorts

Was pursuing The Interloper

He who was not of the club

The rogue of many faces

He who owes no allegiance

And schemes only to escape

And serve himself


The night was full of dying possibilities

Full of changing air and excitement

Full of life, however dangerous and foul

The force of life crackled like static in the wind


The rogue pushed through the unseeing mass

Drugging themselves on the red-lit dance floor

Shoving the unaware aside

in his attempt to escape the law

The oriental agent followed, doing the same

Until the rogue pushed through at last

To the brightly lit hallway

Where the elevators led to offices,

The street,

New adventures,


But his pursuer was right behind

Dragon man could not cuff the rogue

But was pushed off balance

The elevator was called

And as the rogue disappeared towards freedom inside it

The agent assassin laughed in desperate triumph

"I've tricked you", he called as the doors shut:

"That elevator is going down!"

But as the doors shut and the elevator roared up

Throwing him to the floor

He knew he had won anyway.


On the ground above

A strange sight awaited him

Naked, sprawled on the floor

Wall to wall on brightly colored bean bags

The elderly corpses lay sprawled in a naked orgy

Groping without motion

The fresh dead had been positioned obscenely

In a last fling at wild passion


He picked his way through gingerly

Hoping to avoid stepping on anyone

In his head he heard their voices

And became convinced

they would feel pain if stepped upon

He had no wish to anger them

Though they seemed dead

Their social grope was important

They must go undisturbed

As it was the easiest way

to avoid arguments and confrontations

And he passed through the glass doors

to the condo project beyond


It was almost dawn but people treated it as dusk

Perhaps to some there was no difference

He roamed the empty facades

Conscious of the presence of the force of life

In so much empty space

The people were all in

But there was more life because of it

The way the empty night feels alive

to those weary of their kind


Ahead in an upstairs window a light shined

In a typical middle class bedroom

Of a typical middle class girl

Some businessman's daughter

Just waiting for sex

Ready to fuck and suck for the sake of rebellion

Ready to try anything once

Ripe for perversion

A fellow searcher for the force of life


She snuck back in her room with her friend

Less attractive and somewhat more cynical than she

Perhaps they both were looking for a good time

Young girls often liked to play games


He climbed up to her window

Scaling the rustic facade into teenage suburbia

The Interloper once again


They did not seem surprised

They did not want to fuck

He had to get somewhere and he needed directions

From up here he could see better

They took him to the window and pointed


It was a club on the street shrouded in mist

from the damp morning

In the gray light it looked like a chateau

And he knew it was a chance, a battle in the war

Perhaps tonight he'd win


And as he stared from her window

He grew excited

Sensing that victory could be near

Get ready for another adventure

Get ready for another fight



G.S., '86


GS: electronic drums & percussion, guitars, bass, vocals, effects



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