- Keith Banner
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
