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,
Freedom
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
Tonight.......
G.S., '86