Fall Goths
bela lugosi's dead —
a rusty old jukebox
in a black-haired beer garden
So yeah, I’ve been watching a lot of Strange Aeons.
Last week I wrote about nightlife, and I’m still kinda perusing that subject. Maybe it’s all the True Blood clips I’ve been watching, maybe it’s all the Bauhaus I’ve been listening to, but I’m in a dark and stormy mood right now.
the clinking chains,
the slowly-snapping fishnets —
mating dance
Specifically, my mind keeps coming back to this central idea of a goth club street at midnight. All the sounds that could fill such a place; all the people and places and music and howling and vaguely vampiric goings on that could fill a street like that. Crowds of people with raven tattoos and chain-link leggings all falling into each other.
two wishful goths
coax a curious raven
to their table
And somewhere in a quiet corner nobody pays attention to, an actual raven swoops down to snatch a morsel off the ground, not knowing it’s putting on a show for all the spooky kids heading home.