For the moment I’m embers

Smoldering
In the fog
Leaves
Pass over
My body
I rake
Myself up
I will

You’d be surprised
How many
Times
I’ve been
The Phoenix
Embers can fly on a strong breeze
Catching fire

I spit some dirt
From my mouth
Curse that Black Widow
She bit me twice
Sure is swelling up
At least it’s not my painting arm.

I
Brush
The bugs and ash
From my jeans
Comb my hair
And hitch a ride
To the nearest
Disco

You better hide
Cuz
I know you can’t run
Fast enough – from yourself.

The thing

About dancing

Is you just gotta

Do

It.

No thinking allowed.

It’s called happiness.