Dancing Queen 1976 peaked disco fever

My 24 years welcomed the future

No virus to steal lives

No tribalism

The sweet oxygen made a natural sweat

Studio One twinkled lights

Bell bottoms dragged across the wood floor

I couldn’t find an ache or pain

No projection

Sideburns without grey

Fall to the floor

Without fear

Mouthing words and smiling

Ignoring poppers

Or cigarette smell adhering to clothes

Grilling dance

Buzzing ear loss

Shared urinal don’t splash

Wet underarms stick to my shirt

I cry to awaken from this dream

When we were alive