m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


Dance Therapy

Dance Therapy

deck thyself for the people,

deck thyself in normalcy,

grief and sleep careening.

out past the point of no return,

tossing and turning

in a bed of sleepless nights,

how can i be tomorrow

when my today is not established?

 

catch the cloverleaf,

catch the high five flyovers, hairpin

turn stacks merge onto jughandle outlet.

runover retroreflective cat eye

blinks, wake up rumble strip! demystify  

the roadside wildflowers and violets.

 

fast on the turbine exchange,

faster on the autobahn,

grief and cars careening.

ships pass in this night,

waves to riptides of athleticism.

bumper to bumper flyover,

depression on the overpass of isms.

landing ship dock, time to get off that roundabout

in the nooks and crannies of mindful grieving.

 

deck thyself in joy,

deck thyself in gladness,

leave the gloomy haunts of sadness.

dead reckoning visuals, check the compass,

just don’t let it get you down

in your desire to avoid oblivion.

after all, aren’t we all just walking each other home,

a sort of human bracelet?

 

ponder words from old hymns,

ponder feelings in air pockets,

aloft in these tiny dreamlets.

dance on a flame! dance on a cloud!

get off the blast pad, get off this tarmac,

a turbulent tabletop runway takeoff.

how many knots of babies screaming,

what kind of mother won’t share?

 

 

 

 

 

 

pushback! peel away the exoskeleton.

pushback with no room for another cause.

ground stop and the G8 sits in the hangar,

pushy tech pusher has all his gadgets signed by woz.

charge the tesla! charge the amulet!

pinch, pull, swipe, charge around the globe

leaving fingerprints. just take that in and pause...

 

spit it out, don’t hesitate.

spit out every controversy!

land in life’s notations. land dancer land.

land in rapturous dramaturgy,

add a turn between gestures,

lost in the physicality of the language of dance.

sway the body in a graceful glance,

sway the body drawing musical notations

until you can’t tell the dancer from the dance.

 

 

check your kinesphere,

check before you lunge tombe’.

check the score, check notations

elegant. dancewriting... flowering trees

feel the parasite tension.

try hard to make your body obey,

now retrograde and plummet.

land in rapturous dramaturgy

artist, let go DMT! let go in dance therapy,

correct the slight turnout, press the air canvas.

 

thinker, let go! thinker, this is the outlet!

thinker, fly low free and makeupless. count triplet,

intake a breath of fresh mental air.

the quieter you become, the more you hear!

pull your soul through the eyelet,

deck thyself in joy! deck thyself in violets!

deck thyself in truth, check your axis.

lash, hair, skin, and limbs paint the hemp canvas.

 

 

Fun Gal, Fun Guy!

Fun Gal, Fun Guy!

underground orchid

underground orchid