Spoetify #5 Dancing In the Dark (sung by Ella Fitzgerald, written very early this morning with an indifferent dog)

Cut down, I swim up

Each limb rising

Till I know the separateness of me

Each part, a butcher’s cow

Labelled, distinct

Wholly beautiful

Each limb rises

Smoke, ether, ash

Climb the stairs through nightime

And if you shift your head to the left

You change from Florence Nightingale to Faerie Ball

Only I push through the velvet.

How often does no-one see?

It’s a waste to slide between electrified sheets

And join the others farting –

Become the unit once more of milk and toothbrush

Each limb rises, caressing its own circle

And I grimace

Not to be interesting

Or ironic

Or cool

Or ‘yeah I think I’ve got that one. On vinyl somewhere.’

If I could scrub myself of expectations

I would – clean. To the bone of each limb rising.

Till then I’ll dance in the dark.