Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Shocking Dance

(the 23rd of November, 2010, London)

If life knocks you off your feet
Then try drumming a different beat
Freedom isn't a tune set on "repeat".
Repent, prevent.
Potent ascent.
What won't be put right
Will stay bent.

I looked through my cupboard
Drawers were empty
Tangled bobbin threads
And needles aplenty.
Stitched up
That hole in my head
It's bad luck
But to my own pain I am wed.

Every now and again
I get lost from the world
I hold onto the lilo of life
With two fingers
Fold
Me into myself
Away from my need
Castigate my hunger
Lest it should breed
Greed.

And the seconds are tocking
And what I desperately want
Won't be laid by my bed
In a stocking.

So brokering my own frustration
I trade truth
And trample all over
Live's fragile plant.
In a self-mocking, self-blocking
Valiant shocking dance.