B-shift Magnetism

I listened to a 1990s to 2000s dance mix on Youtube today, and for once, I did not need to change the selection.  It was quite enjoyable to listen to because it brought back fond memories of my clubbing days. From the 1990s, it was TJ's and Club Carme for me in Tumon.  In Boston, it was any club that would let me in at age 18 on Landsdowne Street.  Then there was the obscure bar I hung out at in Harvard Square that let me in with my Swedish blond haired roommate's fake ID.  Mind you, I'm Asian-looking, so by the mercy of the bouncer, I was let in when I was carded I believe because I dressed well that night.  Winning.  Then moving to Japan, it was mostly about bars and drinking, as opposed to dancing.  Big bars in Shizuoka resemble what the local Guam bar The Venue has to offer in terms of ambiance.  More a social hangout than a full-blown dance floor.  Then returning to Guam, I loved Club Chameleon in the former Day-Ichi Hotel.  My friends Jody LG and Jody B used to call me out from home to head to Chameleon to get the dance floor started.  And start it, we did.  Sometimes my friends and I would be on the dance floor for hours.  Once I danced for four hours straight on the dance floor.  That's how good the deejays were there.  Not a lie, either.  

Verbal Motions

And so now I dance

With words that suprisingly

Come easy to me.

Like the thoughts have been clearly

Etched actively in my mind.  

Getting off of  B-Shift

Dancing -- matching the

beats to arm, hip, leg sways.  To 

Party with hundreds 

Of people: the social goal;

To isolate my stress: mine.  

Magnetism

He pulled me to dance,

Wanting full body contact --

Dripping Sweat, Body Heat drawn

With Weighted Stares to the crowd-- 

Euphoria lasts decades.