Lonerism at an underground dance festival

Tell me lies about compassion and pride
whilst emails fly behind my back with doctor
this and doctor that and doctor please help
us please because she’s broken
but you see,

it’s easy being alone in places
like this, anonymous and hidden
I hear
Whose got a cig?
and shuffle my Pall Mall
under the sand

music takes me away, I close my
eyes like the beautiful mdma
monster next to me but
I can really feel this –

string of beats spun around my neck
reeling me in, so tight, a laser-lit
cataplasm to nurse my solitary
wounds that gape and gawk in quiet nights
but are soothed here amongst electric sherbet
sand scooped into the air by glow-worm girls

– someone presses change
my spell is gone, vibrations dampened
I am reminded
that I am here, alone

before the sky falls into my open
awkward mouth I approach a fire
encircled by green pools of bile - a flash
of limbs - a shriek - I sit, playing with
my phone pretending to wait for a
boyfriend to come back from the loo and I
stay there, for a while
back-lit by a ball of light
that passes as the moon and
lays me bare against the world
but they’re all too drunk to see