Dance Magic Jitters

MySparklePony

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.

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