Ghosts in
heat
Chasing joy
like phantom lovers
Washed
over faces gray and gone
Limbs of
slender whisky-candy amalgams
A metallic
Geist welded with petty coats, skirts and slacks
Formal
wear and dapper hats in visions of occasion
Dancing inches
from the faces of working women typing legal briefs
Nursing
drunkards back to a manner of stability
Monitoring
blood pressure and sweat
The
mystery dancers flitter about their heads
Loving
memories of other beings
In promenade
about the populace
Foxtrot
in hospital rooms, waltz in office space
Cubicle
tangos and merengue in Applebee’s booths
The
juxtaposition is eternal of couples blank of face
Envisioned
fashion statements endlessly grip each other
Like a
continuous being formed and un-forming and re-forming
In the
motion of a perpetual existence inside the crucible of an idea
That
these iterations of task, of trite concentrated doing stitched to breaths
May in
tandem always be the dance
There is
no waiting, this is no pretrial evaluation
There is
only here in this now the chance to see ourselves
Admixed
into the nexus of congregated time
Our feet
patterned and dwelling in the ballet of how we choose to be
So as
this singularity is concentric the fingers to thimble
The palm
to hammer, the eyes to computer monitor
Are
encircled by the duet of spectral feet, wrists in tango
Sensual
yet invisible like a musical mechanism
Of the he
or she whom we could be, or are, yet
We
segment these conceptual indulgences into the belly of retreat
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