Explosion Ritual

Mike like dance alone. Mike like dance a lot.

 

I've never, really, been "that guy"

looking for a way out

and have spent years in preparation to try

of this maze of haze

for the rearing, the upliftment, a transformative thrust outward

this dance of daze, in meter of days

the composition, the quake from

the ways found and lost in searching for naught

the stand-up, sit-down, diner-coffee frown

for liberation from self, the chains left dangling

and only in the most desperate sounds did I first hear

the introspective strangling, 15-step jig

the not so clear glimpse of, conscience whispers to:

dances like pig (in heat), barefoot/feet,

"Michael, Michael...wake the f**k up to your life".

toe stubbed hard from English detonations.

How about I don't, and say that I did, the response from

***Thrust from ground with speed of sounds***

inside Thom's blanket...not enough coffee for me today, I think I'll just sit and listen.

***Gravitational-pull pulls hard on mortal shell, the return explosive, exploding, explosion***

Author's Note

I do this stuff too much...caffeinated dancing in bedroom that is.

Reviews

[Nik Dendera]

Chaos provides so much brilliance, doesn't it? Things hidden within and things that must be expressed.

The way this poem drifts from start to finish is really well done-it could very easily have become a maze of incoherent thoughts, and I'm glad that it didn't.

"Wake the f**k up to your life"-says so much in so many ways. I'm not one to read too deep into everything that I read, but that line is universal.

It's snappy and has pizzaz. Hats off!

[Katrina]

i pretty much agree with what everyone said.

a) i really like that it's two poems in one.
b) it's chaotic in a beautiful, crazy way that makes it brilliant.
c) just from the style i can get the dizzy, free feeling of just dancing alone in your room -- ignoring everything else just to explode.
d) you rock my socks -- a dweebtastic thing to say. but srsly.

xxx

[Dizzy-Izzy]

Oh Mr. Mike this was goood!

I read it aloud... twice. The first time altogether and the second, seperating the two equally fascinating pieces. I am glad you used italics every other line or I might not have caught it... or I might have ... never know.

"this dance of daze, in meter of days
the ways found and lost in searching for naught"

My 2 favorite lines... there are so many great words in those two lines...
daze: to stupify (typically with a blow) or to dazzle with light... incredibly different views on that word eh? Only I wonder if the 2nd shouldn't say "blind" rather than "dazzle." Dazzle would seem to infer that a dazed state of mind might be preferable... huh... maybe it is. If so I am dazzled as all hell...

A dance of confusion in the rhythm of days spent searching for nothing...

I like the result of your caffeinated dancing...

Have a great night

Ms. K

[Touché Armada]

caffeinated dancing in bedroom, well that give a meaning. LOL
This seems to me like a Ritalin mind missing its upping downer while physically chained to one spot... The outcome?
This, a hyperactive explosion just like this... Good read.. This is the sort of stuff sports teams need to chant before a final, or on some battle field, or just before a final exam, or.... Well you get the drift.. Motivational boarder line madness.. Brilliance.

[Lady Lazarus.]

This is bloody brilliant love!!!
different,full of lovely descriptions and references and mentions mr yorke which always makes a poem or anything really instantly amazing!
great work as usual love!