go-go dancing to Rob Zombie

see note for reviewers.

from russia with love

inna moves like waves

in the

deep black sea,

brandishing long strands

of soft dark hair

flush from side to side

(a controlled torrential

storm),

white t-shirt tied in a

knot at the waste that

bringing out the tight

stomach, accentuates

the curve of her hips

as she stretches along

the light oak floor,

moving in sync with

the industrial beat,

muscles flexing out

with every loud shout

of the synthesizer,

arms flailing out &

round with every

guitar twang passed

through the wa-wa

pedal---she commands

the empty dance room,

she reigns alone as she

practices her moves to

one day dominate a

world stage.

 

Author's Note

“Dancing is the poetry of the foot.”

-John Dryden

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

-Friedrich Nietzsche