Evening Dancer

by Vaselina

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-11-26 19:04:00

Parent message is 329649
Let my life be my art
and upon my death
let them say
‘I finally understand
that the message was in
the SPIRIT in which she lived.’

Let my face be my canvas
my dress be my paint
and my pen be my sword.

And laughing myself into cartwheels
uncontrollable
unstoppable cartwheels
let me collapse to the floor
in heaving sobs
of joy
and knowing.

And let all those who pass by
hear my tinkling laughter
and join in
enlightened.

This is all that I ask
and all that I’ve ever wanted.

😉 Vaselina Glamatron




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