Dancing Alone

He was dizzy from the high

of too much sugar and fried bread.

A waxy coca cola cup

clutched in his 10 year old palm.

But what was it

that whipped this boy

into a whirling stupor

alone and gyrating

in a parking lot

spectated by the DJ

who could only admire that

this child was moved by

what was it?

Pat Benatar?

Styx?

Madonna?

The boy doesn't remember.

The man doesn't remember either.

And one day he was dancing alone

in an apartment

high off Cannabinioid soda

and letting his sock drawn feet

whip him into such circles

that he nearly threw out his back

but he was alive again

and this time he knew

he wasn't going to forget

the song blaring forth.