"Disco"
Lindsey Taylor
Disco
Walk past the velvet ropes into the land of hedonism.
Be immediately struck by the electronic drum beat and synthesizers
Blaring out of the powerful PA systems.
Be blinded by the flashing fluorescent lights that dart here and there.
The beams throb to the four-on-the-floor rhythm.
Feel your pulse sync to the deafening hit-hat pattern.
Resist the central arena of seduction as you make your way past the dance floor
Flooded by sheer flowing dresses jibing with shiny, pointy-collared polyester shirts.
Weave through the metallic couches of promiscuity towards the stairwell.
Climb to the private booths inhabited by the stars.
Hustle toward the thick lines of blow and let it rip-
Inhale the reverberating vocals and get lost in the mix.
Let the sound shimmer through your veins as you pop a couple of Quaaludes.
Now you’re ready to join the feverish crowd below. Descend. Fall into it.
Stare straight into the flickers of the ceiling ball-
Pay no attention to the Man in the Moon.
Spin harmoniously with the vinyl hits.
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