Jack's Dance

I like to name things, so I named a couple of the more distinct facets of my personality. One's Jack, one's the cliche of Daemon. This is the first of the poems I made (about? For? With?) those two.

I put on a mask

me no more

then I get up and move my feet

onto the floor

twist the concept

of up, down and back

then the dance floor shatters

but the dance doesn’t crack

Dancing in tune with the worlds colliding

dancing even as

the writers keep writing

I take off the mask and it’s lighter than air

it keeps up the dance

even while I’m not there

see they always say that the show must go on

but they never say for how long

I’ll leave the mask with a rhyme of it’s own

even as the watchers go home.

Dancing away while time rolls along

immortal in the name of the song

who’s to tell him he’s all wrong

immortal in the name of the song

He goes dancing round and round

feet never making a sound

the lights all dim except on the mask in the air

and the mask can’t be bothered to care.

I stand in the audience as the music plays down

I watch the dance as they turn off the town

I take the stage as the mask hits the ground

I pick him up and I put him away

Jack’s done with his dancing today.

He may be a facet

He may be a name

but he deserves courtesy all the same

I can promise you that he’s part of me

perhaps in time you’ll see