New Weight Old Slippers

You said shall we dance
as a priest would say
shall we pray
 
Your champagned breath
upon my cheek
was not caress
 
Particularly appalling
was your spit upon my neck
rubbed in with your thumb
 
Shall we dance
I laugh to keep my form
for a patron like you
 
Scripted conversation
calculated charm
Intended to disarm
just dinner between
high art and low scribbles
 
Why this
Why that
Why now
Was not a grand jeté enough
to cement the company
to my position
  
You were below respectable
I beyond naïve
I needed ruby shoes
 
Your bouquet small
and in poor taste

But here we are
Here we are
I will dance tomorrow
despite new weight
and my old slippers

Lean

“To thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.” – William Shakespeare

Best to defy
gravity
If you are going to
defy anything.

Start with levitation
work on walking
on water
not making wine.

If you can defy gravity
einstein is an eccentric
who wore the same clothes
and rode a bike.

You ride don’t you?
Peddle faster.

Fix a gear
as you would a star
straight on till morning
wake in a never land
where broken eggs are healed
by ne’er-do-wells.

Strings hang only pictures
not pulled to advantage
or cut before they can become
cords.

Lean, lean, lean
into it.

Put your nose to the stone.

Put your back into it.

Leap from the pan
into the fire
never be a pot
for lightnings sake.

How else could scads
of scaled wings
the size of stamps
fly thousands of miles
and land on flowers
and imagination.

Handstands & Other Feats by C.Z. Vasser