04-05-2014, 12:10 AM
Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins
(finally, a bandaloop poem for dale)
When I fear I've been sucked dry,
a crouton drifting in life soup,
my joie de vivre in short supply
I dance a rousing bandaloop.
Accordions play in my brain,
a tango mixed up with a polka--
at once the weight begins to drain,
no need for whiskey, pot or coca.
I push back furniture and rug
to let my spirit skip and whoop
then pause to jump and jitterbug,
breathe out as lungs cry "Bandaloop!"
Dissolved, the bonds that ache and tether;
my heart as weightless as a feather.
(finally, a bandaloop poem for dale)
When I fear I've been sucked dry,
a crouton drifting in life soup,
my joie de vivre in short supply
I dance a rousing bandaloop.
Accordions play in my brain,
a tango mixed up with a polka--
at once the weight begins to drain,
no need for whiskey, pot or coca.
I push back furniture and rug
to let my spirit skip and whoop
then pause to jump and jitterbug,
breathe out as lungs cry "Bandaloop!"
Dissolved, the bonds that ache and tether;
my heart as weightless as a feather.
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