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The Disengaged Man Listens

by NSS

With a friendship going on thirty (30) years, I decided to revisit one of our artist adventures from the mid-90s and give it a much-needed upgrade.
Genre: Electronic: Disco
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Album Notes
He was sitting quietly in the recesses of a dimly illuminated corner, the noise was appalling
Men and women were in engaged in the usual chaotic dance of love known as social whoring
As the male and female snakes slithered in and out of each other, civilized, social intercourse was being played on the stage of diplomacy

It wasn’t that he didn’t care, nor even detachment that separated this man from the rest of the revelers
He was an iconoclast, whose strength was not in question, able to administer to any and all who might be foolish enough to come within his grasp, yet gentle, like the snowflake that swirls but won’t settle
This stranger knew his earthly powers
This incessant human need to prove pretenses, like a junkie in need of a fix. He wasn’t strung out

Flashing lights and garbled séances only enhanced the ownership of the two chairs and table occupied by his present transient resident

No one was questioning, no one had enough guts to look into their personal mirrors to care
His scarred hands attested to the fact that that disco scene was not devoid of its struggles
These were gin mill scars; they were bought by the body that owned them
Mutilated tissue reveled in knowing its purpose, attached to a man who had nothing left to lose

Caressing the now empty glass that floated down from the cabaret table
Touching the oak veneer, as if it had wings and at any moment was ready to fly
Slowly, this enigma raised himself, Aphrodite born from the thigh of Zeus
Always aware, an eye could be lost to the paw of the puma in milliseconds

Although the nightclub was filled to its proverbial brim he moved without touching
Long years of battles had shown him at a glance to touch was not to feel

Bartenders ran like hens before their mating, it was of no concern for the stranger
He could wait, confident that whatever was to transpire could happen at its own pace
Without him, he wouldn’t be missing anything

This intrigued those who felt his presence; they were suddenly satellites to his planet
Foolish young girls, their breasts bouncing, bottoms swaying like Mediterranean couches
Waiting for an answer to a question not important enough to be known
Lost on the wrong side of a carnival fun house mirror of their own making
These sleepwalkers, making their way through life, awakening just in time for their own funerals

Pushers and used car salesmen could spot this melancholy man
A situation of choice, rather than situation
Without a word uttered, service was an uneasy look away

Not needing to speak, the overworked and certainly underpaid glucose peddler caught eyes that could open the belly of a trout, if they could be sharpened.
Mesmerized by the image, the barkeep sat transfixed before the shooting
The drink was made without anyone hearing; silently he slid back to his previous seat before the burial
Closing time had come and gone, the stranger rose to leave
Those stumbling souls leftover, like sandlot ball players who hadn’t been picked
Eyes eyed him suspiciously; they’d been up against something that had previously been lived
An antique before his time was up, an extinction in a macabre evolution, the final arrangement

A worm-eyed woman of hope presented herself, Snow White in a glass-lined coffin
Picking up his cloth-wrapped bundle, the Disengaged Man smiled with lines of anticipation
He had no reason to speak, he just listened



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