LIVINGSTONE STORY

Stirring trance music
Grips everything
In its glittered embrace
While stick people
Gyrate to the salted rythmes
And the lightning lights
Reduce reality
To a stream of snapshots
And the noise
In the distant background
Is my friend
Sharing the scarred leather seat
And enlivened
By the taste of dissolution
As past and future
Melt into a cohesive whole
And leave nothing
To the imagination.