DANCING, Or, The Eternal Moving Moment

DANCING

Or, The Eternal Moving Moment

dancing like the World is ending

dancing like the dead

dancing like the straight is bending

dancing to your head

dancing like there’s no tomorrow

dancing with the Gods

dancing to give voice to sorrow

dancing against odds

dancing is the cure for sorrow

dancing is the cure for strife

dancing never has to borrow

dancing

is

like

Life.

such a thing can not go on

— for always — or for ever —

except of course it give fresh Hope

where Reason

should persever.

by a female Faust

written at, for, & because Death Guild, 2/21/22.

To The Young Lady In Black Vinyl Pants, Or, Hopefully A Prelude

 

To The Young Lady In Black Vinyl Pants

Or, Hopefully A Prelude

by a female Faust

Like the hottest chick in vinyl I have seen in quite some time,

For no one asset, one thinks in afterthough, as wit:

Such as would eagerly engage chance introductory line

to the effect that her ass so clad in blackest vinyl cried out — indeed — for — it.

Such wit quite often is its own indeed rward

Or so most every chick has had the luxury to think

What comes to mind at once is best— plan ahead & they’ll be bored

The future best works out its self, we say, & blink.

But lo, her slim envinyled bottom soon was unherneath my hand

Southern accent straight entreating — near commanding me to strike

Were I ship, before distracted, I had now lost all sight of land

Concerned instead with what this very pressing circumstance’s seeming like.

Such is the moment made immortal as much as have I skill

Every other likewise portal, should the two of us but will.