TANGO

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Dance, metafiction, metapoetic, poem, poetry, tangent, tango, writing

TANGO

and so
off we go

at a tangent
do
a tango

dance
with all our dead characters,
unsung heroes

those the pen
drew a
line through

rejected, discarded
left
unsung

but here we are
by that very
wayside
dancing until their bodies
(quite unlike the
Frankenstein creature)
come
back to life

as we find one
simple good, bad, ugly,
fair
or foul
redemptive feature

that never
dawned on us before

and so
back in full force

let them
find their feet
begin
to speak

their newfound words
at once so subtle, potent,
and intriguing

so do
knock us
backwards

lift us
off the ground

PISCES PEOPLE

Pisces people
walk funny

waddle
like ducks

find it
strange
to be
on dry
land

and as for dance,
hopeless there too
unless you count
Nureyev, Baryshnikov
and Nijinsky.

BACK IN THEIR BOX

so I decided to
sit this one out
while the constellations collapsed
(they
were never
real anyway)

then the music stopped
and it was time to grab
chair or partner

stay in the
game in the dance
(just Kings and
pawns not yet
back
in their box)

MR DAWKINS

hard to get
marionettes to
dance

without crossing
entangling the strings

but then
it’s all in the code
Mr Dawkins

(so tango for me
as per
the programme)

I COULD NOT READ

I could
not
read your
lips

because of
my fading
eye-sight
the
speed
of
your
gyrations

or
wild creole
with which
you do
express.

GRACE

it is a sad
fate
to fall
from grace

not to
hear your heart’s music
feel the
rhythm in your step
as it pushes you
to dance
in your voice as it
edges towards
poetry

it’s a sad fate
but common
in this place, to
mistake value, lose
divinity