The Dance
Got a belly full of booze and I
Feel like tripping the light fantastic,
Dancing with the devil in the pale
Moonlight, whatever you want to
Call it, I feel like dancing!
Doing the two step shuffle
And wiggle my get along, twirling
And twirling, fall down a bit but
The blood will dry, as I don't skip
A beat. I'm a dancing magician tonight!
People laughing or turning away real quick.
They are all afraid of me in my drunken
Ecstacy, not wanting to admit they wish
They had the free will to throw down the
Briefcases and do a little jitterbug.
I'm Fred without Ginger, game without an
Umbrella, Baryshnikov with out shoes,
I'm Dorothy prancing down the yellow brick road
I'm a fool doing the fools dance for the
Kingdom of You. Km prancing fool!
Someone throws a nickel, another a rock.
Slowing down a bit so I go into a waltz with
A stick for a partner, oh what a sight I am.
Seems like the po-po are interests too.
Bad critics they are, those artless souls.
My dancing is my color in the black and
White world, in my head a Jim box playing
The songs that make me cry and celebrate
My life as it is now, not what it was because
"what it was" is but a faint folly. Dance on.
I am done now, panting, breeding, and drunk.
I cry some tears of a moron confused In his
Shell of nonexistence. I am so tired, the crowd
Is gone. I huddle against a wall and him
A little ditty that echoes off the walls and
Dances in the air.
Copyright © Mark Heil | Year Posted 2017
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