Drugs
I hide under the house
And paint my face dead
Like the Butoh
Embalmed whites, greys, blues and blacks.
I can hear the local subways slithering
Underneath the concrete of the basement floor
Much like the drugs in my veins
As I apply layer upon layer
Of dust and cream
And pencil from your make up bag.
There is a chill in the air
Under the house
My breath reaching out of me
In clouds.
Candles burn
Amidst the smoke of incense
Flickering cinema imagery
Of our body’s shadows and movements
On the walls
Across your paintings on easels
And sparse furniture.
We dance barefoot and naked
Upon a red tattered rug.
We perform our incantations
Amidst the black chorus echoes
Of this flame lit chamber.
I gracefully move my arms
In circular gestures
And like a blind man’s cane
So moves my foot.
We dance slow like warm liquid
In a browning spoon
Harmonious.
Our own poor man’s interpretive Butoh dance
Contains all of the charm and wonder
Of a child’s first music box
Slow and beautiful
Round and round
Up and down.
My frail silhouette is moving
On all four walls
Simultaneously
While the shadows of you are smaller
And less terrifying.
My skin is a bluish white
Almost the color of my breath
Exhumed in the smoke
Of the candles.
The voice that lets out of me
Is no longer physical
But comes from
The industry inside
The mechanical heart
The forged steel of my soul.
And the drugs take over
As we cast spells
And move about
Like spiders playing Twister...
Our dance evolves
Naturally and spontaneously
Without any rehearsal
Or premeditation.
We are there
Amongst the rhythms in our heads
Amongst the erotic glow of candles
The dragon plumes of incense
The pulse of the night
Is our metronome.
We are our own audience
Elevated from our bodies
Dangerously high and attached only by
Dim blurry umbilicals.
Our ghosts curl up together and watch
As the spectacle unfolds.
Like the true Butoh
We are enraptured by
Both the beauty and the horror
The ugliness and the infantile
The majestic and the sublime.
The subways rattle through our veins
Clickety clack.
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