I Could Have Danced All Night

The last glimpse of slight light,

as images of superheroes and

soirees blur — and allow the strange

sandman inside your room,

where he crawls beside

you: elsewhere the DJ shifts

to metal and varying hues of purple

hair bounce against flickering

lasers: and in another

world, you’d be purple-headed

and pulsing, shooting

and puking and laughing —

nothing to recall but the hickey

and hangover as pumped feet

drag themselves to work — but not

tonight, not tonight

you sleep soundly

with your own beats


This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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