Disco On Fire Poem by Ravi Moirangthem

With my skin bouncer-stigmatized
And my attitude welcoming immorality.
I enter, through her, the disco.

A designer's constellation of disco balls
Rotate lawlessly in their asymmetric system
Bestowing upon us rays of sin,
Awakening animals
In the red miniskirt girl moving,
In the reddened disco dancer nearby,
In the land of Kama sutra.
Every decaying hours of the dark night
Inspire more unholiness.
And there is
Pollution replete with vibrations and vapors,
Fashion evolving into nudity,
A messy mass partying with discorded hair
Looking like animals.
Yes, we are partying like animals.
We are setting the disco on fire.

As if to eradicate immorality,
The fire fly in like culture-vulture
Burning up mascaras, vinyl, lust
And Dj-ing us into a macabre dance-
Devils running amok under the holy light.
I see all shriek as we burn:
The shy girl whom i caught staring at me,
The sexy girl whose breasts
I wished would bump into me.
We all burn as fuels while the music crescendos,
We all burn like animals on sacrifice,
Yes, the disco is setting us on fire.