Pony Poems Vol. 1

by Show Off

Vinyl Scratch

I drop the beat and pump the rhythm
while I play my anthem,
slowly gathering speed and force,
pounding skulls like an ancient Norse
god of war. Tonight
we dance, floating free until morning light.

The track picks up and I cut the bass;
some frown, but their faces
light up when they hear the tune
and begin to move.

I scratch the vinyl once or twice
at a practiced moment; my timing is precise
and the tension builds while everyone waits;
the flow resumes, and they
continue dancing.

I switch the track, chancing
a slower song. But the crowd
moves on, the new beat lifting them on clouds of their own ecstasy;
they don’t want it to end.
I smile to myself and let the beat send
me to another place, a world where
the music envelops me, my electric blue hair
flying as the melody courses through me;
in the turmoil of the mob, I find peace.

The strobe lights flashing in time
remind me of my place in life.
I go back to the music,
its melody an intrinsic
part of my soul.