The Nothing Dance

intricate webs of verse
placed down tenderly
particularly for those of whom
have pretty eyes to read
witty like a jagged hook
alluring acumen
firefly flittering blithely
in her little hazy world
he does his lurid dance
tapping toes along the fence
the moon dons her fattest shawl
slipping mania ‘round her hips
and when she’s caught
the hot-white thing
she dances in his nets
she twists and turns inside his palms
singing tunes
whistling curses
lay now be still he says
enjoy the nothing dance

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