Greetings Everyone, starting today I'm going to try and post some beatnik style poetry I wrote back in the early 90's. Enjoy.

The Dancer

 

The dancer

  has fallen into

  the moonbeam circuit

     w/ it's smudged air

     & hardened panel floor

     being the new worlds stage

The red orb

  that floats silently above

   blows it's misty rhythm

     -in two shape purpose

   protecting the somber night

      now highlighted

      by cold dancer sweat

The deep bass

  fills inch by inch

  squeezing the caved nest

  and not letting

  the remainder break free

The dancer

    Glides

    Shuffles to a

    new age dawn

    freeing the forged mind

    now letting

    rhythm's intensity

      -operate the spirit

    in a fridged twist

      of danger excitement

        -the body breaks

         falls

         into the space trance

           -provided by sound

         the head feels light

         the neck

            a jungle of apple stew

         the hips

            are a shape

            & a purpose

            to be born

The dancer

    lets go

    and

    lives

    through

    intensity





                                      10/2/92

                                      Lawrence, KS



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