May 19, 2005

I hope you dance

By Tony Brown

Martina doesn’t get it, I know.
It’s not the dancing that matters to you, I know.
The dance is a given.
It’s the choice of dance that counts for you.

There’s capoeira, for instance,
or voodoo trance,
or thrash with eyes
clipped open by X
after midnight in a sleek Hollywood hole.
I once watched a dervish turn his palms
up and down while wheeling himself around
the axis of the earh’s shadow,
and hope and despair fled together.
You could do that.
You could do any of that. I could see you
doing any of that.

Or: you could stay with me
and we could dance
the way we always do.
The way we used to.

Don’t go.
Stay.
It’s just a stupid song.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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