A River Penché
By
Michael P. Amram
All
those years ago
I danced
on top
of the world
all the
years ago
I danced
for my
face in the crowd
I danced
along
the bluffs that
panned
the Mississippi
when
wind
rhythms
and soft
waists
were all I needed
I viewed
habor
lights from my
youth in
ignominity
from my
bosomed
cradle of
esteemed
security
I danced
when
slow songs in sad
eyes
were things I needed
to see
to look
inside my soul
for my
best to free
and in
time we peed
in
drunken sinks
when
urinals were full
or girls
gathered
to go in
twos to stalls
like
Noah's kind
(heh)
some drunk mime
always
fronted lines
he
hopped
and
danced, he crossed
his legs
to meet
music's
beat in time
we were
queued eight balls
staring
at heads
imagining
dancing on
the tops
of what led
to my
world
for that
moment
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