The Plains of Dakota – Dead Deer

The Plains Of Dakota

I throw my hands and leap. Dancing out.

Whirling along painfully I danced across the plains.
Sitting peacefully amongst the seventy percent I
Danced and I danced and I danced the line.

Frustrated and frustrating out there in Dakota
Processing hard and letting out a sigh
As the plains stretched out fatter and fatter

Intuitively I danced the next step, Kick
Out loathing the vast and high and wide sky.
Those clouds are here or merely symbolic?

I look at my feet and rage at those lies,
I gnarl my hands; I twist them and turn them and tie
Them. Finally I dance away my paralysis

I grab my knees and sink. Danced out.


Today I wrote from 16:54 to 17:04. I was prompted by ideas here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here