Sunday, 7 June 2009

Swing, Kid!


I begin to dance tonight, with a strength never possessed before by any human. I feel the rhythm dictating speed and agility to my blood. I’m twirling and twisting like a thunderous sea, wrapped in clothes that make no difference. Music is filling my every cell with a hunger worthy of an animal, a beast. My senses all feel alive, as I live fully vibrant for the first time. My every heartbeat rules the world, creating a constant echo of life inside my chest. Certainty and unsteadiness have lost their massive impact: everything worldly has lost its value. This physical spinning has caused a silent revolution inside.

My body is dancing, wrapped in such a fabric that passer-bys can’t stop staring. My bones can’t stop the gracefulness of their undulations, and neither can my wrapping be less flattering. My body is trapped in beauty by envy.

I begin to dance tonight, steadily stepping in my flaming red shoes. I begin to dance tonight, to swing music, not the blues. Alone I spin, alone I swirl, alone I’ll jump and singularly twirl. But this independence is not the stuff of nightmares, public humiliation and certain depravation. I am the ocean, I am the sea, I am the sun, and there is nothing you can do to murder me.

Victory


The bile of fifty thousand years
The cold whistle of a night guard
In death and silence breeding fears
Leaving behind foreheads and hearts scarred.

Breeding rot inside new bones
Winding keys to useless tones
Drawing one eternal line
In which we’ll nestle just fine.

Never do their fists falter
Never do their stares alter
As they lead a generation to the gallows
Feeding worms a meal so callow.

Matching our heartbeats
To one droning melody
The machine cheats
And no blood will there be.

In a world with matching brows
Identical synapses and factory cows
We are fed the food of void
By which we are slowly destroyed.

They lie, cheat, steal and kill
Only to smother our will
They suffocate the very core
That makes us humans roar.

Yet for all their efforts
To pull us apart
We are separately one heart
Fabricated by dreams -

With iron ore seams.
And we prevail,
It seems.