I write because I love it, not because I do it particularly well, and I always appreciate constructive criticism. I hope to be posting almost exclusively new material on this site and forward those who want to read my earlier work to my DA page (found on my profile). However for this evening I have a recent poem for your perusal.
I call it The Side Street Waltz;
Watch me step-slide
to the rhythm of a boom box
rattling broken windows.
I dance my soft toe by the train tracks
on cracked cement and leaves of grass,
I've moon walked over rooftops
in the moonlight,
past broken street lights,
under stars.
I've thrown a head spin
through a broken heart,
and turned a pirouette on a stage
lit by source fours and footlights.
And it's a lindy hop,
two step,
mosh pit,
dodging slings and arrows in this life of mine.
Who says
white boys can't dance?
"slings and arrows" eh?
ReplyDeleteI rather like this one, (maybe I'll actually comment here, instead of letting things pile up on dA) it's got a nice feel to it, ending is mildly shaky, though it might be a personal thing.