Disco Horse
Martin Fisher
About the Author
Martin Fisher’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Ink Sweat & Tears, Poems, Tales & Other English Words, Cosmic Daffodil Journal, Elysian Literary, Antae, and the Gordon Square Review. His working life has taken him across Africa and Europe. He now lives in the UK, where he works as a professional gardener.
Disco Horse
Party Boy? Bit Part Boy?
DISCO time.
Watch me fly.
Sparkly rave—
Crystals scatter,
floor burns.
Party Girl, Mosh Pit Girl,
hackled laugh, bloodless glare.
Ice-o-lated.
Immolated.
Sequins tight.
Booze hits hard.
Not enough.
A shade approaches—
holds a pill.
Fuse-lit rider,
slayer.
Swallow hard.
That's just fire.
Neon dark.
Strobing sting.
Crack—
it's a kick.
Mirrors up,
head down.
Speedballing
Neon stumbles in the street.
Acrid taste.
Eyes detonate.
It all hits.
Gutter bed.
Stagger sick.
Apocalypse.
Truth cuts deep
Needle stick
Sirens Sound
doctors note
out of head
head outside.
Corner roadman,
bleeding gums
doesn't matter
8-ball beats.
Wake Up.
That's life.
Party on.
Disco grief.
The beat dissolves
Hope disconnects.
No hope now.
No hope.
No.
Hope.
Beat Gone.