Snap
Click
Thump
Pop
It starts in the index
It taps against the table as you sit idly by
listening to a song on the radio
You don't even notice as your head begins to bop
the movement in your index spreading to your right hand.
It's levitating over the table as shakes your arm into motion
a slow rotational turn and return to its original position
Now your right shoulder is jumping
as your left shoulder responds
Your left arm rejects action
until the song breaks down
horns blearing, hands clapping
By now your torso is jerking around
flailing your upper appendixes like a rag doll
Your legs, feeling left out, stand you up
and bend and jump around to the beat
Your upper half robotic
Your lower half spaghetti
Until they finally sync together
and become a tight fluid motion
as the beat keeps blasting out the speakers
Eyes closed, you envision all the colors imaginable
until you hear the song fade out
As it does you plop back in your seat
open your eyes
and smile.
Word
[This poem is bought to you by the magic that is Michael Jackson.
Oh, you wanna be starting something?]
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