Disco Fries Poem by R.Benjamin Abate
Disco Fries
But then
Suddenly
'Time of the Season'
Comes on
In the club
& The lights dim
& Down comes
A disco ball-
Everyone leaves
The dance floor
& It's only you
& I
Polka dot
lights hit
Your face just right
& We spin each
Other in circles
Until we
Turn into confetti
& Spill from
The ceiling
As
A thousand
Owls sneak
In thru
Stained glass
Windows
To tell the
Story of our
Souls
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