A Silly Tired Inspired by Dance
- Sam O. Burgess
- Sep 17, 2023
- 2 min read
The yawn escapes my mouth and my eyelids flutter. My body pushes my eyelids one way, the street sends it another. Why are motorcycles so loud? Who decided to not invent a quietness for them that cars claim? The river is gentle. It wants me to lay. The birds are indifferent. Their interests lie elsewhere. My back has a niggle. It’s selfish and resolute. The leaves point omnidirectionally. There’s no smell in this room. Exhales and inhales bat a ball to and fro. A pinecone and poodle put on a great show. The bins are gorging, their lids open wide. The monkeys are climbing, then whizz down a slide. Dancing lighting up on the ceiling. Juicy wallpaper buzzes with feeling. The typewriter hasn’t had much to say. It longs for a time that only ends in day. There are words and phrases and songs to sing. It sits there alone, needing to join in. It rattles its bones, it warms up its chords. It calls on a friend to engage in a talk. It plays and tussles and shouts and teases. It runs up and down and collapses with wheezes. The friend bids adieu, ‘my work here is done’. The typewriter calls back, ‘mine’s just begun’. The typewriter types, the clouds start to sing. The river gets reckless, the spines start to spin. A God shouts a syllable, an angel does a flip. A barbarian falls to its knees with a trip. The penguins are jumping, the oxen have fell, the otters are dribbling, the stag beetles can’t spell. A rainbow is trying to reach its neighbour, a fictional creature exits its fable. The Earth won’t stop crying, but is it a laugh? The Sun won’t stop dancing, but is it alive? Time gets stuck, the reruns are endless. Space coughs, its insides aren’t stable. All of the words become all of the feelings. The typewriter pauses, how do I now end this? The end is a beginning. The end is now. The end is an end is a place for a while. The typewriter steps away, it’s finished its business. Ready for sleep now, it’s time for the final sentence. It takes a deep breath, thanks for the meal, it closes its eyelids, and pronounces a full stop.
03.09.2023
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