An ad hoc poem I wrote in some time in some where? An exercise with the Tumblewords Project? No idea. But here it is, about a real-life experience at some dance function, in which I was trying to learn how to dance something. My guess is that it was a contra dance thing.
Two clothespins in his hair.
What am I to make of this?
An eccentricity?
A clever hack?
A genius' forgivable befuddlement?
I can't concentrate on the dance instructions
Which are befuddling enough, like a confounding algebraic word problem about orbiting, colliding bodies on a wooden floor.
I burst into laughter ...
... at the clothespins in that man's hair ... or the Alice-in-Wonderland instructions for the dance?
I don't know.
I wonder ... Can I escape?
Just leave the floor?
Abandon my dance partner? (What's his name again?)
Those clothespins.
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