An ode to Sub:ject DJs - Poem

Turntables fly

Right into my eyes

Checking the rhythm and beat

Keeping in time

Smoky swivels, electric sighs

Robotic dancing makes me smile

I am torn between talk and step

step behind

time

This band is great

This tune makes me

Shake

Shimmer-Jut-Jump

And I try to take

you by the hand

Spaces fill

Glasses spill

And overflow onto the carpet

Jumping, running, an exercise class

Pouting divas, holding fast

to imagined titles and unexplained rules.

Positive prevails.

Massives form and are torn

away by the script

that flips by a mind that knows

every tone, all the notes

buried by earphones

Shyly speaking into the microphone

A message I hear

commemorates a passing year.

Projectors overhead

a silhouette glancing at the results below

dancers overtaken by dancing

some go

to the bar

the guitar lures and cures

a shyness (‘that is criminally vulgar’(!))

And unknown fears

Sub:ject conjures

a magical weave

Stops time and gives life

The appreciation is deafening 

Check out their music: http://subjectyourself.co.uk/


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