She spins the music that sets the beat of my heart.
She dances ‘cross airwaves. She is poetry, she is art.
Stompy Beats or Vibes so Chill; winged eyeliner and lips of black.
Latex or leather, she holds the whips that crack.

Wumpscut, Aesthetic Perfection, Boy Harsher, Collide
Lost in her trance, the whole club catches her vibe.
With a smile and a nod, she can soften anyone’s resolve.
Dancing with her makes the world dissolve.

Looks, style, grace, flair — the Queen of DJs with a royal air.

Prompt: Unprompted.
Requester: Myself
Request method: N/A.
Author is Sean Prunka
Copyright 2024 Sean Prunka. All rights reserved.
Author Notes: This poem is dedicated top one of my favorite DJs, Mishi Monstar