Monday, August 8, 2011

Going Out with Friends

Dance like a kook with arms slapping the space around you, look at yourself.
Say, "This is how I dance."

Sing in whatever weird concoctions your chords project, hear yourself.
Say, "This is how I sing."


You fail your voice
when your only choice

is living entwined
in the cage inside

your empty head
where only you tread.


Do not mull over your lack of mulling over.
You are by yourself.

Find whatever it is your friends cherish about you.
You are with them.

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