introspection
Waltzing through my mind mansion
Naked save the tie about my wrist
(Was about my eye
but the front door guy
bid me to remove it)
(good riddance)
Carpeting my halls a grass of perennial green
Pulped by doors on habitual hinges
(The rest tend to creak
or the insides just reek
from neglect by the frazzled caretaker)
(groundskeeper, billpayer)
Blueprints crafters hallowed hands unseen
Until Grandfather Time in terminal wisdom
(ticktock ticktock
the clock at the end of the hall
she really was having a ball)
ends it all.
Spry I spin upon the first door
Scald a toe upon a key thrown to the ground
(was a locked-up-tight door
til the room felt right for
a coming-of-age)
(angry stage)
I’ve built for indulgence, catharsis, disquiet –
Agey stagey and all the ragey – four walls of sympathomimetics
(among them book burnings
Kipling’s drug abused
quaestiones sine responsum)
(alas mankind
cannot be hung by a nail)
Dance halts for my latest addition, glossy snapshot absorbed, morning news
A riverbank, where three hundred tribes stand as one!
(Mni Wiconi – our lives are at stake,
for a world by money spun)
(We need the money – for America’s sake
Stand down or I use my gun)
(STAND WITH THEM!)
Increasing in tempo, bare feet burning patterns
My mansion consumes me, bare feet soon in tatters
I’m scared I’m unable I’m spinning unstable
O.D.-ing on what I have built
Open your unmasked eyes, wild one!
You dance among the igniters of vital spark!
In my mansion all sense becomes rhythm
Heartbeat body heat hormonal downbeat
Tumble out to neutral grass, meditation
A ritual dance, understanding, bittersweet