A Pome a Day for a Year

Disco Blues

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Beat, beat, pulse, beat,
Dance dance dance, shimmy,
Left, right, right, jump,
Back to the front,
Back to the back
Gyrating in a whirlpool of 
clammy, drunken, blissed out bodies.

Fear and anxiety overflow
locking knees, incapacitating elbows
wincing under disco blues 
and greens and yellows and reds,

Lungs seize and heart races
Stuck, 
stuck, 
STUCK STUCK STUCK

Cleaving crowds with pointed fingers
pearly arches lead to the car park
shimmer in periphery 
to the writhing human mass
That I am extricating from.

Claw and inch and grasp
for that outside freedom.

Why am I like this?

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