Originally posted 2/7/2013.
My dance, my bad;
here’s my deep
I gave a sorrow entrance,
loosed it on
the gap within, now there’s
tantrum, keening, layabout,
fling about and cry.
Going to victim this whole long day;
bury face in kudzu, funeral bouquet
for never ending grief show. End up one
sad grinder. End up damp with bad
with bad still soaking in deep.
Still, got rocker hips,
roller ass, jazz groin;
joy ends up somewhere
when pushed out of
head and heart so
off to music while still in the hole
to give my bad, my deep
Rhythm’s big mole digging in;
earth body now a quake
spilling light, starts rubbling
the dark village. I, frightened, shake;
dance my dance, my bad, my deep.
My gotta happen. My joy’s
on the far side of gotta happen.