DANCE OF THE HOPEFUL HOPELESS

I saw this show the other night that pissed me off beyond words, you see...

 

Pop that CD in

Feel those acoustic vibes traverse your limited space and small privacy

Spin, goddamn you!

SPIN!

Fire up the nauseated cortex; learn what it is to be Her

L

Through the Spin

Arms unfold and lengthen, like sunflower x-ray gaze

Fixed to the trek of the lonely bright Dwarf above

Fingers writhe, pistols that feed the flower’s creativity

Up

Left     

Down

Right

Spread ‘em, c**k that head at the perfect angle

Remember; you’ll have to channel Her, you’ll have to tell them without words

“I can be Her.”

Lift those legs like treats offered to a rabid beast behind bars

For that’s what it is

A BEAST with a monstrous hunger that’ll never cease

You’ll always crave the lights and the tunes and the pop-fizz-stink of cordite

You're willing to emulate the dazzling soul of a soul that never was to begin with

Alas,

Faster, now

Step from within the spin and recognize that now’s the time to really go to town

As you’re on stage, playing single muscle fiddler to an audience of three

A trio of heads held within a series of stiff palms

Each eye-set speaking volumes of the phrase “Bored To Tears”

"Mediocrity," you see them see through the blur of The Dance

But you continue to dance anyway, because that’s all you have to give of your soul, funneled into the world through ballet

The spin is a thing of the past, now

You’ve moved into the hot fox trot phase across the stage

Drag those dainty feet a little slower

A little sexier, BUT not TOO sexy

She’s not a w***e, after all

L

You’re sweating, but that doesn’t stop the sway of those fine, fine hips

Your chest is thrown into the dim world of the stage, because nothing says lovin’ like two breasts on a roll

Lash your processed mane of hair just right; flog the still air that you’ve been charged to WHIP!

Into a frenzy

With only your eyes and breasts and arms and legs and neck and head and hands and hips and rear

Not a lot to work with, you think

Except…it’s all the other girls had, too

So thrust that a*s into the straight one’s line of sight

Then again, his hair is better styled than yours

So he might not be so straight and narrow after all

Bounce with silent words

Lean with lyrical suppositions

Bend to the run of the mill of the run of the mill

That’s the only train of thought that’ll get you there

In her shoes

Pink high-heeled oil seeking terrors that will bring Fame

Fortune

And oh, only the immediate dissolution of your self esteem

For the lights of Broadway, though?

For the BOOM of applause?

“Encore! Encore!”

For that desired word from a haughty mouth or two?

It’s worth the near ego-death that always comes with such Parts

A short whirl, a leap, a smile of boundless potential and artificial joy

And she lands

Bows

Smiles and waits

 

 

“I’m sorry, but we just don’t see you as the next L. Woods.”

 

Two years down the line, you’ll realize that the b***h wasn’t worth being anyway.

Reviews

[Vlazuvius]

I didn't know you did ballet.

Ha!

You did a great job of getting me into the character's POV....I wonder what show you saw that got you riled up? I never did care for "the men in the suits", but now, after watching your character shake her a*s for them, try so hard, and speculating if she's a single mom, what other odds she's up against...it's a very empathetic piece. Kudos.