Inner Cultures

Purple Monsters,

With UV spears stand guard,

Pleasures in a plastic card

Sparkling glasses

Strange cut sights

On the right meet the lights,

Smoke without fire,

Mr. Tyndall hanging on to the light spire

Throbbing bodies

Smoky eyes,

Questionable motives,

Screaming lies.

A little numbing of the nerves,

Low frequency beats,

To the inner cultures,

Front row seats