dancing alone and clumsily between the living and dining room

having trouble keeping up, it seems
keeping up with you
keeping up with the world
it's probably just my body polluting my mind


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so today i need an ocean.
not just a river, but an ocean
vast, commanding, unyielding, as wild as anything can be
 rhythmic, soothing, stationary
and predictable in it's way

at this point a great lake would suffice.
like, superior may even be better...considering that it doesn't have that aroma that the ocean has.
i prefer less of an aroma...

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it's me and nick cave today.
because he knows how to make the piano sound like the inside of my head.
and he speaks only in poetry to me
 if i don't like what he has to say, i move on to the next poetic thought with the click of a button.
there is no misunderstanding, no miscommunication
 he speaks his piece, i hold mine.
and if i feel so inclined i'll sing with him, and that is all that is required of me.
it's a lovely relationship on days when i need an ocean...or a great lake.

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dance
very slowly
with a warm cup
and a dog looking on, wondering why you do these strange things when the music on
(i'm certain dogs do not understand dancing...but i think they get music, at least)

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today
i let my heart fall out slowly
slip with every slow, deliberate movement
and when it pools out on the floor
i'll squish it between my toes
warm and damp
as i sway from side to side
ears open
eyes closed
i'll allow my feet to feel what my heart is