john mann poems

smoke 'em if you got 'em

Menu

Skip to content
  • Home
  • About
Posted on February 2, 2014 by johnmannpoems
1

We Can Dance

Put the body down here.
You will turn twilight
into night. The moon rises
orange and fierce. It can
obliterate the windshield.
Take this journey now,
baby face. Move the feet.
Race your own pulse
to the end.

Share this:

  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
Like Loading...

Related

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Post navigation

← Illness
Do Plants Experience Pain? →

Recent Posts

  • Mr. Mann Queries Exit Strategies
  • Mr. Mann Joins the Stream
  • ban-loca
  • Family
  • Illness

One comment

  1. Steven Leek's avatar
    Steven Leek
    February 15, 2014 at 7:59 pm

    Sweet love poem!

    Reply

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 211 other subscribers

Categories

Archives

Blogroll

  • Bookmark Buzz
  • I May Be Some Time
  • National Poetry Review
  • National Poetry Review Press
  • out of our minds
  • Verse Daily
  • wabi-sabi daily
Blog at WordPress.com.
  • Facebook
  • Comment
  • Reblog
  • Subscribe Subscribed
    john mann poems
    Join 41 other subscribers

    Have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.

  • john mann poems
    Copy shortlinkView post in Reader
    Manage subscriptionsSign upLog in
    Report this content
    Collapse this bar
%d