Tonight I Danced Poem by Jane Delahunty

My hands have turned into
churning serpents slinking slackers wiggling
wormers up and down forgetful forwards
and forwards fingertipping the lipping inside the clues of that bubble
just started but theres a sailing wailing warning on the horizon limbs extending growing morphing becoming bigger and smaller and smaller
and smaller unincluded reverb and nothing is real
it is a dream and no one was reassuring me but its alright now I am reassuring myself with a
chiggly grin and the end of a whintin mini ringatang I wonder if this is where roald dahl received all his migglers drinnlinking chizzlers from,
he had a
this late penultimate madness this room has began to feel uncomfortable swelling sweet rejecting
turning me in turning me over my floating rising hands are gloating boaring boating crying bellows
Mellow in velo this fellow I dwell oh on travels unravels this coil inside my membrane temperature
fluctuating stating erasing contemplating contempt for the up into inside