Disco ala Mode

corner of kemper and

kingsbury

a plain

2-story

white bumpy siding above

brick-red brick, one of those

yards

but the door, damn

the door

is black wrought-iron

royalty

curlicues

decadent

art-nouveau

it echoes

like a voice

from an era where

people had shiny eyes

and clothes

this wrought-iron brilliance

allows you to

see

a disco prom-night

some guy

emerging from a trans-am

walking toward

that door

a chic song

on a transistor radio

spilling from a second-story winodow

i want your love

i want

your love

and he's wearing the

tuxedo tommy ross

wears in carrie

sky-blue

with ruffles

and a

girl appears

inside the wrought-iron-

ness

in lavendar chiffon

evening wear

disco-prom-wear

blow-dried hair

for days

and they disappear

into the night

in that trans-am

only to appear a few seconds later

inside a gymnasium down the street

purple and silver

balloons

creamy streamers

that chic song again

life is about

disco songs

and doorways

sad lawns

that used

to be something

but now they only

echo

they only echo

and still you feel

waves of

despair mixed

with excellent joy

disco never sucked!

listen to me!

it was always

a way out of things!

god

i

miss

disco