They push forward, vibrating in their ecstatic skirmish, voices unified over gang choruses, clenched fists raised toward the ceiling.
They might glimpse us, on the cusp stage lights’ sweep, hidden like old toys. We’ll be softly nodding our heads to the beat, plastic pints dribbling foam down our hands, already dreading tomorrow’s hangover.
Maybe later we’ll build a bridge, fashioned from powders and wreathes of cigarette smoke; bolstered by shots and chats that go nowhere. But it’ll crumble under the light, and our futures will fork like a wishbone.
Paul Case is an Edinburgh-based writer and spoken word performer. He has performed all over the UK and internationally since 2008. His work has been published by Influx Press, ‘The Erotic Review’, Burning House Press and many more. www.paulcasespeaks.co.uk