All you have to do is write a poem a day for thirty days
And repeat for forty-eight months.
My ears itch
Stay in your chair!
I’ll grab a Q-Tip, be right back.
And the metaphor begins.
The secret In Line Dancing is to take small steps and keep moving.
It doesn’t matter that you are turning left when everyone else is going right.
Well, it does, but you are a beginner, so people still want to help you.
Act like you are trying. Try not to overdo it and keep coming back.
Unless, of course, you have two left feet and after weeks and weeks, you are still not getting it.
Then and only then are you invited to forget what day of the week it is. And your first and last name, if applicable. In the meantime, do whatever it takes. Take frequent breaks.
Hydrate, stay late. Get lessons. Go to confession. Have a priest pray for you and your feet.
Dance in the street. Stay away from traffic. Go on off-hours. Go to the Doctor. Take a friend and practice, practice, practice.
Do NOT start a rumor, unless you are a pyro, because the devil will get you,
And walk those two left feet over hot coals. Don’t you dare quit, just sit
in the damn chair and stare at the screen, read my lips. Take a picture.
Read this out loud. Can you hear the words coming out of my mouth?
Yeah, I’m staring. I’m reading and I‘m seeing dust bunnies. Time to clean the house.
Corney Press 