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Lurch Cuts a Rug - Dec. 19, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Dec 19, 2025
  • 1 min read

 

I’ll bet you,

there’s not a person

in the world

 

that wouldn’t laugh,

or at least smile strangely,

if I danced

 

this limber Frankenstein

does the stiff robot

and a sloppy hip-hop

 

from my side

I dance with feeling

no rules

 

twisting my body

into shapes

it wasn’t before

 

which apparently

has the same effect

on faces

 

I watch you throw your head

back and cackle

 

please, don’t hurt yourself

 
 
 

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