Daniel is a DJ.

New poem

I’m not sure what i’ll find
in the smoke-filled room
red laser lights; music clouds my mind
black-clad youth,
no sexuality, no gender
cling to drinks and sleeves for dear life
share moments oh so tender
Daniel is a DJ
I heard somebody say
but knowledge is what the youth lack
and somebody stabbed nostalgia in the back
Gen X in the shadows
wearing an angry pout
watching self-important teens
while the sky’s gone out