caffeine-nation
Last night we went to a caffeine dance-music rave.
It’s a wellness variation on clubbing where there’s
no alcohol. It was accelerated and ‘K-pop’ infused,
people in pastels of pink, turquoise, and chartreuse.
Imagine our favorite, legal, psychoactive substance,
rendered in a hundred mocktail flavors, midnight-mango,
pink-flamingo (cotton candy), sour-apple and Dream sickle.
Cats-n-boots and cats-n-boots and cats-n-boots
- can you feel it? A hundred people, juiced and loose,
energized and emotionally unbound.
The unity of movement is a caffeine improvement.
It was appetite, performance and pleasure at once.
The air smelled clean, sweet and sharp
and we were feeling a bit sharpened too.
The crowd roared, like hungry lions,
when the right song upped the mood.
We seemed to glide, like sprites
the night shimmered with flashing lights
- these feels went on all night.
Modern joys involve curated sensations,
heavily branded, with controlled stimulations.
Call it spiritual experience paired with self-management
- yes, we got sugar-rushed and genuinely intoxicated -
but a thin varnish of moral superiority came with participation.
Did I mention that the ‘new clubbing’ is hangover free?
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Songs for this:
Lil Boo Thang by Paul Russell
Pull Up by Collect 200
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