Disco by Vicky Curtin

In it comes,

the old bus

snorts, and

 

I’m off!

An intravenous shot

coursing through

the salt-scarred

arteries – sicky town,

 

Dizzy up and

down, God on the

bends, effervescent

crews swinging their

bottles,

pooing in the alleys.

 

Somehow it tickles me

Up I go!

tyre at the curb

and down the body discos,

despite my intelligence.

 

 

Originally posted on http://poetry.org.nz/vicky-curtin/disco/

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