Particles

Rain on the Waterside Workers Hall
always seems to fall at the right time.
Top down radio static
boogie
while we are on the dancefloor.
I don't want to be destructive
I feel turbulent
my body dances.
I break the bowl.
I wanted longer with it.
To make acquaintance
with the concrete ground
to carry the sand into the river
held hands
with myself in a dozen different forms
and destroyed each one in turn.
my body dances.
I break the bowl.
into particles
soft fluttering
as they settle on me
a static rain
that settles in
layer after layer
an impossible density
depth I cannot judge
non-newtonian fluid particles.
covering
not obscuring
breath that is only movement
a sea that is not air
black gravel static.
heaving myself from the depth
small particle static.
breath that is only
rise. break. fall.
I check if there is
confetti in my wine
I drink it.
coloured in visual static
a thousand scales
rose petal flakes
a rain of bad candy
soft foam particles
four yellow jellybeans
punched paper circles
13 is outside
my body dances.
I break the bowl.