arms of the dj

flailing meticulously

left to right to left to right &

back again, with a knob in one hand

jjjjjajjjjajerking it to the side whilst the

other moves in sync with the beat,

palmed over the digital scratch record,

slicing in the opposite direction as that of the

knob twister---

with head slamming & hair flowing,

cig hanging from the side of the mouth,

the crowd hurls itself up in unison

when the tempo reaches 142 pounding fists a min. &

the dj’s movements make shadows on the screen

with the bright strobes, lasers & prismatic constellations of light

diving & dancing down

into the depths of the human

sea,

rippling out in front of them---

all pumping to the pounce promulgated by the pulse

all

pumping to the pounce

promulgated by the

pulse.