Ahab browses the
Internet in search
of the great blank page.

oh, i do not know so much
i do not know if the world
outside is yesterday's or
today's and i do not
know what now is about

Sometimes in
the random
rush I find
redeeming
moments when
my artless
attempts to
relate rest
in your eyes.

Beyond all words that
parse the nuance of thoughts
and voices that mourn, bless
praise, or condemn
is the look of surprised
recognition in your eyes.

Pacifists danced with cabalists
under the rocket’s arc.

The warm world
turned
indifferent seasons.

Devouring thrills were
choreographed against
the grave forces
that turned this world

At the Brighton Beach ball
adolescents stuttered their struts
while sirens blared about them.

Children at the costume ball:
Superman in blue pajamas,
white jockey shorts, and a red
blanket for a cape, waltzed
beside Washington in
a white colonial cotton wig.

She sat on the swing;
and then cartwheeled
across the grass.

The infants danced
up and down the stares.
Friends played and
made each other laugh.

In the awkward dark
initiates step through
a dance of doom.

moving together -- amending creation
amid bright corpuscular bursts . . .

I lead my imagination
through the intricate
dance of the tongue.

Watching her dance
the dance moves these
words and the means
to understand.

performing the dance of
fingers falling on the keys

The free verse dances;
loosely wheeling,
embarrassed by appearances.

His exuberant spaced out
liberation dance embarrassed
one stiff backed señorita.

The darkness outside
oblivious to memories
dancing down this page:
from the African
bars of Buchanan
to the discotheques
of Torremolinos.

Fingers on the machine
dance with memories of
Buchanan and juke box
music in the Star Bar.

These fingers dance
before me, tapping
with the music
of the mind --
celebrating
in a dance of
pixels on the screen
and words on the page.

That too as much as
this is the future
dance; in dark motions,
on a dim stage, her
foot tries the moment;
feeling the music
of a distant drum.

The body moving,
breaking all the past forms,
danced free;
all the new forms of the body,
moved
the body
in the pulse time,
the rhythm of a smile.

Dancing

The conscious body danced
in the grip of gravity,
in the hesitant circles
that responded to the touch
of another standing there.