dance for me

poetry

the marionette only does what he’s told.
he dances on command,
he cries on a dime,
he smiles like a chap.
wires breath life into him,
his life,
not his.

watch me dance.
watch me smile.
watch me cry.

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the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.

dance for me

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