Category: Words
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The Skeletine Dance
Out of stepOut of timeOut of rhythmOut of mindWrapped togetherBones entwinedThey do it badly;The Skeletine Do they Tango, Twist or Waltz?Whatever they do, it’s without clothesApart from a hat, or maybe shoesThey simply concentrate on their movesNaked clicks when bone meets boneRib cages lock without a moanLegs outstretch and don’t snap backBony fingers creak and…
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Eyes of the Museum
When the lastOf the visitorsLeave The PartyReally starts The ghosts fromThe relicsOf Yesteryear Dance by theRhythm of theirHearts Standing guardEvery night are Two who never miss a thing One was an upstart who tried his bestTo replace his then High King The other, much to his dismay,Is the king him Very Self And every…