I have never found my people in nightclubs
Yet for some reason I continue to search there
I’ve had some close encounters
A few fleeting moments of connection in the smoking area
Where we briefly unionise against someone’s adulterous ex
And marvel at somebody else’s perfectly balayaged hair
And roar unanimously when Kylie comes through the speakers
The notes floating on the glistening air
But it never lasts
It’s not sustainable
You could argue that it’s not even real
Outside the realm of elf bars and discoballs
And as I stumble home across the postcodes
I know in my soul
That the twisting in my core
Is not due to the tequila shots
Or the suspicious spice box
But the loneliness that seems to seep from my pores.
