Everyone should learn how to dance with a partner.


Tango for two!

The five o'clock shadow now gracing your musical jaws.
What pleasures would do a good job of sorting out this repellent world,
I would do.
I'm not happy about the way this operation is going, she said.
This was her puritanical pontificating exit line.
Because as she went it's not a matter of liking or not liking it,
she said reading my dance moves.

That will do fine.
Keep cool, keep calm.
That guy was nothing but a bunch of electronic static.
Just what happened? I am now completely confused.
I remember that I slipped.

You will be silent. That is an order.
She said this while staring at the photograph of the alien artifact in my pocket.




Poetry by skuggen
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Written on 2007-01-04 at 15:31

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Whoa. Your poem almost splattered my brain all over the floor. Kudos!
2007-03-22