poems written on the fly

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In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 9 October 2008 at 4:59 am

Dancers move in minutia
mocking the audiences limbs

Little man bangs his head
against a bell
at random

the sound echoes
through the staid museum

In a large room
marionettes do a mechanical
danse macabre

their tiny metal feet
tapping rhythmically on
the wooden floor

We are left
sitting in the corner
wondering why this is all
so mesmerizing

(D. James)

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