Posts Tagged ‘dance’

marthamary

Piggelies chasing piggelies all over the floor
Piggelies in the hay and piggelies in the straw
First Melanie then Maggie pop corning
Following each other
The eternal chasey game
Lovely piggelies with gentle hearts
Cuddly piggelies that make me happy
Loyal piggelies after the prime
Furry piggelies purring as I stroke their backs
Little fat piggelies playing their piggely games
Dancing across the floor in search of fresh prime

 

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mote

When the wax hits the orifice
When dust motes implode
When dead eyes are open
Like the door to hell
When innocence phosphoresces
When the fist hits the socket
When meat dances before you
When the porpoise moon radiates
When corruption coruscates

You will be confused
You will surely lose
When light refracts
Brains contract
Wearing silly hats
And there is no point no reason no logic
To the immensity of the rampaging insanity
In this hooligan mirror trick
Of laughing spectres
Where we feed on each other

brokenbottles

Early morning broken bottles
Dirty fits and bad hangovers
Sun invisible heart inviolable
Misdirected magic trips
All your motions
All your sighing
Now embracing saccharine seconds
Like cannabis on a Sunday
Or a picture of an onion
Caressing and carousing
Through a faint vanilla sky
Come with me into abandon
Dance within the subtle ambience
Crash through vulgar wanderings
Break out possum indulgence
Communicate unruly utterances
Where dust buckles through compassion
Solitary bliss conundrum
Monetary missed connection
Blinding bats and sabotaging sentiment
Freedom rising on a donkey

abstract

Frenzy my dances of sexual excitement
Desperate glances in harlequin bars
Scoring the grain of the marrow of living
Strife torn between hell and houses of lout
Mollusc enthusiasm for disparate causes
Tremendous doings and beings of bone
Chop up mojumbo and pack me a cone
Purple my pants down from eating air
Never complacency never confusion
Always extruding mutated illusion
Plasticine being the stuff of our insect
I saw you breathing between tie-dyed seconds
I caught you laughing in pelican phrases
I felt what you contemplated by the train tracks
Knew you were happening coped with conversion
Bent your cacophony inside a moonbeam
I was the one who grocked all your cadenzas
I was the one to rachet your mind-meld
I was the one who believed you were real
I was the one who embraced how you feel

 

punk-rock-woman-2314557

I didn’t see you last week
Or the week before
And now my heart feels like a biscuit under a boot
So strange- tied up with string
Such a hopeless hope
That I might be your boyfriend
If only I was alpha enough
Or thin enough
Or not socially awkward
Maybe it’s better just to be a friend
Someone in your sunshine life over the event horizon
Where you dance and dance flamenco style
And there is never any chilli powder in the ointment
Just talking to you was marvellous
Dream woman, heavenly harridan, delicious person

Young

Posted: August 31, 2015 in poetry
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When I was young and green- swollen with sap
A bursting boy, primed to dance among the girls
My nerves conspired to queer me in their eyes
My fumbling frowned their hearts and spurred their mocking

Oh suffering, oh tragedy like death
Their brilliant breasts were hidden from my eyes
Their lips denied me by this knot of fate
My heart burned like a violent Vindaloo

And so I followed like a puppy dog
Behind she who had captured all my soul
Nice guy behaviour- just trying to be a friend
Except when I’d had too much alcohol

madonna

I long to roam the loam with wild women
And pursue them with my hooligan heart radiating passion
To envision each midnight maiden as an individual creation of a love-struck God
To dance with them through vast swaying fields of budding marijuana
To cuddle away my loneliness in their sensuous embrace
Vibrating the nerves that wire to my skull
With electric joy and cacophonous compassion
O women so near and yet so distant
Behind a glass wall of indifference
I spend myself to entertain your choice
To spin a flattering love with potent poems
Is all I dream to end my time alone

rubber

Lock your cocks
Inside your jocks
Don’t treat your meat
Like a beast to be beat
Break the back
Of madness
By spewing out your pain
Hail the snail
Of corpulence
And dance when you want rain
But don’t wear rubber fetish wear
Or dildos in your brain
No-one will care
They’ll laugh at your hair
And you will look silly again

The Bridge

Posted: September 30, 2014 in poetry
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bridge
There’s the dead weight of death on my shoulder,
And a rainbow of love in my heart’s secret room.
In between life and death we’re on a bridge passing over in a slow pilgrimage.
Sometimes we step through the rungs of the decrepit bridge and we feel lost in a disastrous fall:
The horrid jaws of degeneracy gape and we feel like we could plummet,
But sometimes we dance across the rungs without regard for falling and miraculously stay upright.
Always we must keep going and never look down into the maw of depravity.
Always trying to avoid becoming obsessed with death.
We must keep our eyes on the other side where eternity is waiting and we will be freed from these putrefying bodies.

winonaagain
I was glad when she smiled at me,
A dark pretty lady on Saturday with a smile that kills evil,
Who writes poems like Sylvia Plath- all twisted and complex,
And knows inscrutable secrets that I can’t begin to imagine.
Dance with me, my dear, through the twilight and the half-light,
Lurk with me in places where they do not know our names,
Let’s be melodramatic and devil-may-care all over the streets of our town.
I want to wake up to your delicate features and your sweet red mouth like honey and give you an avalanche of kisses,
I was glad when you smiled at me.

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