Recreational Methods

Recreational Methods

I, the ghost who does the haunting.
Mine, the spirit that possesses.
Now I move between the pages,
in among these words I listen.
All would speak into the ether.
All would tell their secret yearnings.
Only single page before me?
Spirit fingers straight through matter.
Reading books is not rewarding.
Never see the end, beginning.

Flaming pen that’s isn’t melting,
even though its ink is molten.
Golden words inscribed by scarring,
written by his hand on my heart.

I am privileged with a hall pass.
Here from Hades as a mercy.
Have ascended to commend you.
To give unique apprehension
to words spoken on this stage here.
All these people, they are living.
I discern such through the vapors,
magick smoke that from my nostrils,
rising, scares the Pentecostals.
Wine and beer liked by the Lutherans.
It’s the dancing makes them nervous.
Don’t you grasp your many blessings?

Do not ever stop your dancing!
Don’t you know this of the demons?
In their lifespans, they have heard them.
Under sun, there is no new thing.
Neither are there any new words.
Action that does most surprising:
Music mixed with athlete’s movements.
When they see you dancing thusly.
They can see inside your spirit.

Does inner joy ooze from your pores?
That emotion thus expressing?
Are your actions only mocking?
Dance for joy and you defeat them.
Can’t comprehend the joy through pain.
Once it’s death you have defeated,
nothing scary. What can man do?
What else can man do unto me
that he hasn’t done already?
A little nervous at the challenge.
I’m sure there are many tortures.

It’s the voices in my mind, though,
I believe that I can silence.
With these words, and with some others.
I would share them, but remind you:
you have your words, must be speaking
your own words. They do have power.
It’s yourself you are convincing.
Turn your back upon the darkness.
Ignore all your inhibitions.
Your life is what you would possess.
Tell yourself: keep dancing, breathing.

I am only parrot, mimic.
I repeat those echoes, listen.
There is nothing here inventive.
This is easy. You could write it.

All you do, read each word written
on the side of beating muscle:

“Witness means I use to recreate.”

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