The Dance (revised)

This is the first part of a revision project for Read Write Poem prompt #32. The second part is called “Suburb.” Both incorporate some American Sentences.

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I’m promiscuous with moods, an open skull, possessed.

Pummeled by elation, caressed by devastation,

they take me as they will.

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Half the time curses dangle in every room. Pull the

eyelids of peace. Give it a last kiss. Intubate

patience. Move to private practice.

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Then nerves tremble and glow until they resemble

gridlock at night. So much joy it

deranges. Ankles ringed with ears, a mouthful

of eyes; I hear dirt, I eat light.

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The E.R. again. It’s all my head’s fault - that egg yolk in

its crust. The outside world spins back

and forth in dust. Speed solidifies the dance. Over and

over the brain dies by murder and by chance.

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Awake in the hospital, that familiar trance. Squint in the

commons light. Quick friends offer tips and hints. The

window is smudged with a thousand fingerprints.

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Drug-enhanced stability will mean release. Peace

will reanimate its corpse. Of course the

storms that start out tender mound on the

horizon. Receiver and sender will continue

their antic dance.