I’ve got to buy a black tie, a shoe or two,
my off-white shirt hung on steeped lines of mind
and my factitious face is to be blurred so I could
be a stranger amid the strangers of words
and sneak my anonymity into the festivity
will you dance with me tonight?
I would hold you, lead you but we would as much fall,
I stumble through rhymes, I slip through rhythm,
a mellow hand can walk me across the room
to the out where the moon shines and stars make a queue
will you… will you hold my hand tonight?
I will burp after a huge serving of delight
brought forth by the luminescent phantoms,
let me twirl around like a swan, let me
shake my waist of rusted verse, let me dance
will you abjure structure for me tonight?
come, let us walk to the antediluvian tide of time
where I slither through your hands like wet soil,
that should be the end, the vessel of life
I leave to you, take a sip and make a move
a poem infused in my vein, a drug-induced sleep
I never wake up, or if I do, I am still naked
devoid of diction, I smother my earnest arms
while feathers of summer float down the sky in shards
and I blow like a balloon along the breeze that lasts
For dVerse, where the celebrations are plenteous and the dance is going on.
Image source: 10 Hairy Legs’ Scott Schneider in Julie Bour’s “The Blind Men and the Elephant”. Scenic Design: Benjamin Heller. Photo: Steven Trumon Gray.