thebadpoet

I could dip you back
Completely touching the ground
If you would fall loosely enough
In my arms like a wet hot towel
There’s something to be
Said for being a good dancer
A favorite beverage ‘Down the hatch!’
Like a tasty drink rousing
Hot in the belly
Swinging casting shadows in the grass
Hollow echos from the past
To die some from this
Conundrum of conformity
A little sacrifice to save lives
I never thought people could
Give that up you know dancing
Disdainfully and ravenously
So no care for really
Helping others either
Or actually anyone
But themselves and then
Plenty well you know
Fell into what seemed like
A long passage on skipping
From a favorite book
Just casually went on
To discover their own
Important meanings
Meandering through a
Headspace of back alleys
With the winter sun
Burning at their backs
Still in our equal plight for
Pleasures we are all fondling the
Eternal mysteries
Once conceived
By the worn-down loafers
Of a more colorful time and place
Simply painted on rocks
Left to ponder

© thebadpoet