i necked me pills when
we was driving through the tunnel
heading off for this club
in a converted church
south of the river
by the time we walked
into the beats i was surged
in a rush
thumped by bass kick

from the pulpit
faithless
in euphoric waves
like sonic redemption

i saw the light

and by the time i had become
the sound
in lasers
in strobes
through dry-ice clouds
i was scattered

tonight
said the voices
said the man
god
is
a
d
j
and so what if this is cliché
this is my temple
and i’m loved up in prayer