Bad Rave Poetry

Ah the rain pain industrial jazz.
Japanese women and German men shouting American angst.
Lovely patterns spewing from drum kits.
Dancing with a girl in a gas mask.
Moving slow to fool the strobe lights.
Paranoid rituals, swarms of police cars.
Meaningless secrets told in sweaty release.
Discreet mistakes made at irregular intervals.
Sins and lies left on a mattress somewhere.