Of thumps & trumps

Thumping terrestrials speak of inquisitive ponderings
As intoxicating cocktails shield the identity of the wounded
While lurking emotions are constantly reminded
Of everyday gestures, animate or inanimate.

In the surly hours of the midnight gestures
Hypnotic swells of transient pleasures
Only to ascertain the constitution
Of hapless wanderings and amusing actions
So meaningless, you'd crack up.

A necessary journey nevertheless
To wake from the impending insecurities
And to aid in the realisation
Of space, time and clarity of choice.