Years ago, I was inspired by a dance I saw on “So You Think You Can Dance” concerning people with cancer to write this. Last night, I revised it and decided to put it up here: The One-Footed Dancer This is a poem of no glories It’s just one of those plain old stories It…
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Sitting in a hotel room in a remote village …
Sitting in a hotel room in a remote village looking at all man does, the massacre, the pillage I look at you taking on the life, daring the devil standing on just one foot on the window sill your pink and white gown as sharp as it goes against the wind that’s playing with your…
Dead Man
And I killed a dead man, once upon a time, It was a hired kill, and it cost’ just a dime, A very cheap feat, kicking a man who’s down, But hey people, I’ve since then grown, Now I only kick them when they’re up and standing, And – okay, I admit – when they’re…
Mean
… I can be mean, too, if need be, you know / But don’t get mad, baby, who said you were mean? / It’s not your fault, after all, that I wasn’t man enough, / and you simply had to cut me clean …
The Mad Showcase
You can choose to serve, or you can choose to rule;
And when all the paths so wildly swerve,
I don’t know if I can be anything less,
but I’ll just be a ruler who only wants to serve …
Eccentricities of an Exotic Soul
…. eccentricities of an exotic soul,
too low for a dream, too high for a goal …