Larry Levan (snake), 2006, by Elia Alba
Hip hip hip hip hip makes the man
as the conga, serpentine,
slides across the frame
and the disco dub — tilt and sway —
sewing pelves in the room,
as if Larry, still,
were levitating streetwise
Blacks, Drags, Latinos, Punks:
Saturday Mass, 1985,
in the Paradise Garage — Evelyn
“Champagne” King, Kraftwerk,
No. He’s black-and-white, a head shot,
one two three
on this S curve of 21st-century revelers,
mask on the one body
shimmer slant of a hoop earring
under the ten-leg-
glide on through. And Larry, Dour Father,
asking repeatedly: Who, My Friends,
is fronting? Who is not?
Velvet Valance, over the sequined
drag of curtain.
Black is Black,
Brown is Brown, Gay is Gay disco
pulsing up and through
of not-forbidding bodies.
ad altare Dei. Ad Deum
juventutem meam. Gather you
to me and to one another.