There is a nightclub in the stars.
It’s called The Chaos Game,
where what you see and what you hear
are different and the same.
The stars up in the nightclub sky
are plucky little suns.
Their rocket rode a rainbow road
like restless megatons.
A marshal of assorted arts
was one such lunatic.
A female juggling drummer, or
The Drumming Juggler Chick.
That rainbow road the rocket rode
is riddled with her grooves.
They swing and drop and rock and pop
and bust a hundred moves.
The spice within her ruby lips
is hot as engine coals.
Like classic Simon lyrics, she’s
got diamonds on her soles.
She looks with eyes like dual Earths
and sees chromatic light.
She hears chromatic melodies
that agitate the night.
The Drumming Juggler Chick is hard.
Your rock. That is her role.
Like megatons of restless suns,
she has a diamond soul.
“Just move or groove,” say little dips.
“Be star or astronaut.”
The spice within her ruby hips
declares a different thought.
The universe is made of roads
and grooves and dark and light.
And female juggling drummers are
as natural as night.
The Chaos Game is grit and gloss
in one dynamic whole,
where what you hear and what you see
is raucous Rock and Roll.
By Lindsay Surmacz
Photos by J. Aaron Hager (@caspermilque).