One Foot Forward

A do-si two-step down a street in my dreams.

I am the only one walking through the city

searching for the only other like me

wanting to the get to know the virtual vista

existing inside my mind and tearing my life apart.

A dinkey do, mashing potatoes and jangling a leg

it’s the new drunken fist

flashing in the bedazzled strobes of the nightclub

where I am the man. Swaying

in the back and forth of little light-mares

dancing through quick sand.

Wink to the others, ask them to join

mini me’s lost to the ones who bore them.

Who is the king of the moment and who is the devil,

one in the same if one were to ask

just cast in different lights, given different perspectives.

But be courageous Atreyu, Artax believed in you

and so does Falcor, so be confident.