el_duderino2

So I love beginning things with so.

I posted a poem in the poetry group so I though I might as well post it here too - It is a poem that I wrote some time ago about my inability to dance, true story - actually I'm getting better but still not in a conventional sense.

It is called

A Night at the Discotheque

Let the dance festivale begin

And you move in time to the music
and I move out of time to the music
I kid - syncopate - but really I can't
keep time by my side,
Just like you.
These awkward movements are only
exaggerated by tempo and tip-toes
and feet that wont leave the ground.

And the music moves you, and you look so good.

The eyes, that I feel on me, weigh me down
My legs, like lead, pin me to the spot
I stop.
"I'll be back in a sec."
And I leave you.
And you look so good.
And I look so un...ungood.

And the stem?
The pressure of being watched.
It's like the eyes of the world will judge me:
"You stand accused of dancing badly - how do you plead?"
"Unco-ordinated, your Honour"

And then there are moments in which I let go
and I have fun
and I enjoy it
and I feel liberated
and then,
like a sobering slap:
"Hey why do you dance like a dickhead?"
And I say:
"I'll be back in a sec."
And you look so good.

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Hope all you randimos enjoyed such things and hope you all have a mad radical new year celebration.