Dance magic jitters
rock n’ roll days and Bowie nights
plastic sweat coats the skin
Barbies downtown wobble in stilettos
while ill-mannered Kendolls
try to catch a glimpse or slip a feel.
The disco ball inside my head
spews confetti, mixing gin.
My last fire faerie death wand
sputters on the asphalt
sizzling into smoking oblivion.
*This poem is an inspired response to the poem “New World” by Amiri Baraka.