i put my arms around kool and the gang, we stumble to the right and then we say… i think we’re alone now

poetry

to dance or not
is never at question
for by standing on the wall
one cannot expect to do it

try – we must to get our backs
up off the wall
please, converse with me

run up to it, sit down
right on top of it

run up to it, sit down
right on top of it

we cannot expect to ever
pull it off if we never get out
of our comfort zone
chances, we must take
or our backs might stayed glued
to the wall

all of the people were audibly
saying…

run up to it, sit down
right on top of it

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