You come across people who have no concern for their fellow man
Would love to beat you down
Step all over your dreams
With soft words and back stabs
A gentle dance on your heart
The most bad ass ballerinas you ever saw
They know answers to questions you would never be able to pull out
Of your mind
Maybe recognize but never recall
But they’ll never understand
How brutal and ugly they are
A skeleton of rattling bones
A Broadway beat down
“An epic novel man” of commercialized vacant originality
As they tip toe across the truth
Leap over your health to jump into your wounds
A black swan startling you from sleep
We all trip and fall
Come down from our flight
And when you land I will be there
Not to guide you or make your landing soft
I will be there in place waiting
As your bones turn to dust and the dance ends.
Watching a coward in a tutu
Now dance motherfucker
Dance
Tom, I like this poem although I admit that m-f is one of my least favorite words. I realize it’s part of your voice and your voice in this poem, though, and in that context, it fits. I like the contrast between your title and what’s actually going on, not a gentle dance at all but one of destruction.
I think my favorite line is “Leap over your health and jump into your wounds.” That’s very descriptive and makes me feel the hurt.
janet
Janet,
My favorite line of the poem you picked like a ripe fruit from it’s tree. Thank you so much.
Tom