in order to better support this poetry
habit bordering on obsession
i have decided to try my hand at exotic dancing
now, it may ruffle some to imagine
a poet marching their derriere across stages
flouncing their very best outskirts
and i’ll hem my bets that most
would rather remain on the periphery
to not get caught up in the rickrack
associated with such a marginal artform
thinking it borderline tragedy
but it’s important to remember
this is a non-binding agreement
there is no limit to the perimeters
we can work our magic anywhere
outside the edges we brim with potential
we no longer need to skirt the issue
the mane thing is to remain
on the brink of new and now
and so now, i find myself
on the verge of something different
on the verge of something exciting
look for me onstage
i may well be doing some poetry thing
but when it comes to the dancefloor
i shall henceforth be: David Tasselhoff
words by shayne avec i grec
