night fever

i dive

into my late 1970's closet

and pull

out

my crock pot

and my fondue dish.

i find

my turtleneck

sweater

and my lavender

flare

pants

with a matching silky

man blouse

with galleons

sailing about.

i slap on some Hi

Karate

cologne then,

throw some records

onto the turn

table.

i then vacuum my orange

shag carpet

and crack open

a bottle of Mateus wine.

it's party time,

i'm ready to dance.