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.

Please consider liking Deelaytful on Facebook and following us on Twitter.

Related articles

• Cabaret (deelaytful.com)
• Some Day My Prince Will Come (deelaytful.com)
• Somewhere (deelaytful.com)