Electrifying

A poem

A new Saturday night is here One more opportunity to enjoy the cheer Of the inebriated crowd Here everything’s allowed

Through my magic smoke A powerful spell I evoke For anxiety to be gone Until the crack of dawn

I lace up my boots My magic dust sends me flying over roofs I stroke my guitar’s stings Seducing the crowd before the show begins

The lights make my hair look like they’re made of fire My shiny black attire sends my desire higher My magic rings erase the crowd As I dream of an invisible gothic crown

The guitar and the microphone surrender in my hands Loud sounds surround my consciousness as it expands My soul escapes through my voice And I carefully target and select this night’s toys

I always leave when I’m done playing The people in the church are already praying My heels on the stone road dictate a sinful rhythm I got plenty of magic herbs to make a lustful chrism

I’ll use it on another Saturday night When I’ll be tired of guiding souls to the light I’ll be dragging them down to a land of seduction Where I rule and serve with fierceness and compassion

This poem is inspired by one of my jobs in Prague as a singer and guitarist for a metal bar’s band. I have previously shared a bit about it in my poem “Once Upon a Time”.

My favorite songs to sing and play were any songs from the band “Devil’s Blood”, but I especially loved the songs “She” and “On the Wings of Gloria”.

I felt better though when I only had to play and do some backing vocals, as I could never get used to being in the spotlight. Hence my extensive use of “magic” (i.e. alcohol and substances). The pay was good though and I got to meet some very interesting people.

Since I had to be there only once a week (either Friday or Saturday), it was easier for me to keep up with my studies and my other job as an autopsy assistant.

I was kind of living three lives at once. No one was aware of all the things I do, and I liked maintaining that air of mystery around me. I may write about it another time.