Originally posted 2/26/2011.
we all
have a deep longing
to dance on someone’s grave
we all love to sin
that light fantastic
we can’t seem to sit still
red or blue
left or right
we love that happy dance
how soft and yielding
that refilled ground
how haughty our heels upon it
how good it feels to be swinging
above those
who can no longer do a thing to us
every bastard one of us
longing to abandon the better self and dance
spinning in delight for a moment anyway
dancing to the beautiful American word
revenge
stomping a toe dance of righteousness
everyone’s tapping their feet
some on top now
some waiting their turn at the top
forgetting that
it makes no difference to the dead
which graves we choose to tarantelle upon
Dark Matter 
May 18th, 2015 at 3:33 pm
Senility has an up side. I can’t remember the ass holes in my life anymore. Doing well to remember the nice guys. But in case I’ve left some dancers behind, I’,m going to be scattered on the wind.