In This Way Is Disco A Form Of Blues

Sylvester on the radio:

“…you make me feel
MIGHTY REAL”

Old school
height of the disco I hated —
doesn’t bother me as much now
(I claim) in a bid to make myself
more tolerant and perhaps
a touch hipster ironic
(though the rules for that change daily
and in fact today at 1:47 AM in fact
no longer is disco on the list of
Approved Guilty Pleasures
but fuck that noise
there is something to be said here)

YOU
MAKE ME FEEL
MIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTY REAL 

it’s just a song
Sylvester is dead 
for real
I am not yet dead but will be
for real
(getting comfortable with that is The Job)

I wish I was mighty ready
to be alone in the night with that 
When they danced to that back in Old School
they danced hand in hand with Mighty Real Death

(in this way is disco a form of blues) 

Wish I was ready to dance naked and alone in the kitchen RIGHT NOW
but I am neither mighty enough nor real enough

so back to bed to write 
like a damn fool

this is not how one should die
flat on my fat ass on a bed banging
a laptop

YOU MAKE ME FEEL
MIGHTY REAL
is about dancing
into a mirror
pointing at the sad sack
you’re dancing with
and laughing this
as loud as you can

HEY YOU
WE’RE GONNA DIE AND
YOU MAKE ME FEEL