dance even if your disinterested

It's a dance i'm doing

where one leg,

preferable the one that the blackberry thorns hadn't scratched the s**t out of,

is placed in the footsteps of a great horn player.

And the other

powdered down with talcum and icy-hot,

taps out this greeting; this sentiment

to the god of boogaloo.

To aircraft.

To small dogs.

To rhythmically free liturgical chants.

But I grew up watching Soul Train

and when the Pop-lockers went vertical, as if

pushed thru the air by warming gases,

I rushed to find my arm-less tee shirts

(My doom)

My freshly sawed oats. My pale,

sickly age-ness. And in that distance, that

magnanimous distance,

the massive and powerful

uselessness. 

But dancing means you rode the sky into the house.

Waved with your bare arms at the Eastern and the Orthodox. My

sister (a precinct delegate) worked

on the Clinton campaign knocking

on doors in that dance with the disinterested.

Placing in the ground yard signs with those

long metal legs

that dug and dig,

and dug and dig-ed

until the worms themselves cried out:

"Is that all you got"!

Reviews

[apennylate]

Hell yeh, I am not sure which flow takes precedence at times... The one wishing my body to move, or the one willing words on a page to groove... I enjoyed this a lot, dope bars... Sickly penned...

[h d e rushin]

i love you..

[apennylate]

Haha, well then.. I love you as well! We both did a poem about ducks... Obviously we are quacky people...

[Ken Simm.]

The continuing story of an honest and creative man. Being a hippy in days of yore my dancing was quite strange to say the least. What you could see of it under the hair and afghan. You dance to your own creative tune my brother.

[h d e rushin]

thank you Ken....we all dance to a different tune my friend. Yet we do a similar dance....Happy holidays to you my friend....dana

[emmajoy]

As long as we dance to our own tune and not wiggle our souls to the devil or spirits to the uncaring, does it matter how, now. We eschew variety as we creep through life, make our own decisions as darned well should. No matter the steps, we can wave - can't we?!

Might return to read again... food for thought here, worth a second listen mid cacophony of life!

[h d e rushin]

that same cacophony of life that i'm living perhaps...? thank you my love.....dana

[emmajoy]

Entering, stage left,, .. bit of heel-toe, shimmy-shake.. .. exiting exhausted but happy.. .. as we should no matter what! My pleasure.

[Lydia Shutter]

"the god of boogaloo"....I worshiped at his throne for years...till the knees insisted I stop! I've also danced through all too many political arenas and realized long ago the grass roots knocking on doors and hanging out literature only works if people care....many do not if it means exerting themselves at all. Useless though? No, I refuse to believe it is useless. Someone has to give a damn. Obviously you do. Your poetry always makes me sit up and take notice, Dana. Lydi**

[h d e rushin]

thank you Lydia....and I agree. someone has to care even if the rest of the world does not....happy holidays to you and yours my friend..dana

[Lydia Shutter]

Same to you, my friend.

[W.k.kortas]

In the final analysis, the worms know best, and know all. There will always be time for canvassing, or runs to Kroger's, or making goddamn bucket lists. If you ain't up to dance, you're missing the point.

[h d e rushin]

so true my dear friend..when I was growing up, dance was a pseudonym for look. so when you did it people took a different view of you. that's why in grade school you did it without thinking but as you got older it became harder and harder. today with the Christmas party coming up, the possibility will come up again. can I do it.....without shame, with an audience, knowing that I have a bad knee,or when I've taken two Ambien tabs.to dance in the face of adversity Tom says.....and I agree....happy holidays to you and yours....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

is that all you got? sometimes but we still give it all to try to change things for the better...and when everything stays the same or possibly gets worse...we can do the soul train dance, a little moonwalk and feel just a little bit more interested and better---no matter how much it hurts.

j.

[h d e rushin]

oh, so true brother. thank you again for your continued support and happy holidays to you and yours. dana

[Tom]

To dance in the face of adversity displays moral courage and integrity!

A philosophical pirouette, poetically penned !

[h d e rushin]

thanIk you so much Tom. Is not philosophy a major part of poetry ?

[h d e rushin]

thank you my friend for those warm words.....happy holidays to you and yours.....dana

[Tom]

Yes it certainly is, and happy hols to you & yours too!