Death By Disco Poem by Rickardo BecklesBurrowes

Vodka curls around ice -
accessorise, then apply scent
a line lights the way for
champagne caressing wine kissing vodka.
Everyone's in love -
seeing neon in each other's eyes.
Debate the debauchery
disco deviates fashionably,
while knee pads line the toilet floor
with a fifty pound note and card for the cuts.
Bodies rush to the dance
inside them stillness cowers, mumbling.
All so hot now, just 'hot'
saying they really love the burn.
DJ's calling time now,
lights appear across the floor like stars
and it can't end. Is it ending?
The diva's ask for the finest wines,
magic beans tumble into a frozen abyss
as one and all play on.
Enough not being enough
for they wanted it all to the very last,
and all was wanted to the lights went out.