9.22.2011

(dancing machine)

"Disco Dancing"

I want to meld into you. You and your rock and roll stories, your slacker stance.

I will brush against you. I will touch your arm to make a point. I will use all the patented moves that my drunken mind can recall.

You will bring your ukulele to a laser light rock show. You will wear snow shoes to my beach.

I will speak of angels to an atheist. I will speak of crime and punishment to a burglar. I will clap at the wrong time, wrong place.

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