” dancing on the inside of my eyelids ”

because i don’t know how to dance

not any particular dance

and i think i know how to groove to sound waves echoes off of walls reverberated through those listening in steady motion to their own tune stepping to every different beat!!!

and free steps to i don’t care about the conventions – and if i could learn them, time and resources permitted , i would

just for the chance of a little more socializing with any of the souls i wish to interact with, who wish too, to interact with me

so in the depth of sleep, a dance, hopefully to chase away the nightmares of cross stares of the vile who commit time & time again – crimes that never go on trial.

dancing on the inside of my eyelids to get to the top of all my fantasies…

billy bob, he was just dough

he had no where to go

no way to get there

and nothing to show

💔

show for the first day

and everyday in between

just muddling there in his puddle

he began in a full scream

💔

dribbling down the counter he did

in a saunter but really he worried

if he never got a bit of heat

always clammy he would be

💔

years he remained fuddled

nobody to cuddle his puddle

into the huddle of other fellows

where they bake for just awhile

💔

piled high, and rolled back into the thick

there he was just holding his

but not his own – but rolled he was

and in a first time roll from after that

💔

here that he goes

an epiphany into the first light

into insight and mindset

found all that echoed true & right

💔

in that…