Disco Daze
Inside velvet ropes
notice carefully
the fields of grazing.
We all, like sheep
populate with smiles
and lines of nonsense,
tempting lust’s fate.
Pulsating music
shimmies on hips,
under mirror balls.
Colorful libations
loosen poetic tongues
trying to be heard
above the rhythmic
encouragement strains.
Desperation soars.
BeeGee’s serenade
while jive talking.
Between now and dawn
I will survive.
Submitted for the FOS – AnyFORM Goes challenge
“we all, like sheep”
Format: Anacreontic Verse
By AlwaysMyWords
© 2010 AlwaysMyWords
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