Time is Standing Still

Movement on the floor
as the lights go down
Biting as they scurry
and crawl on the ground

Like robots automated
by the speakers and the sounds
Cadavers for a surgeon
who pulses and pounds

Time is standing still
He can’t see at all
He's writing his will
in a bathroom stall

She paints her face
on a waterfall
Wondering why
she can barely crawl

Their drinks splash and swirl
as they spill to the ground
The lights dance and twirl
as if frigged by the sounds

The pulse penetrates her
as she kisses the ground
Somehow it animates her
for one more round

Every man is a feckless pauper
Every girl is a superstar
But even lowly peasants
Explore their desperation at this bar

Until the lights cut on
and the music stops
Until the world stops spinning
And their hope is lost