waltz

Well, Ouija, by morning, we were really drunk.
And I just want to say that
I only have one thing left to do in my life.
I wanted to write a waltz. And it didn't get done.
And this text will be it-- a waltz,
because I don't leave anything undone.
Not one, imagine never.
A quick slip-and-slide.
Believe me, done is better than not done.
Isn't that always true?
Ouija, don't get involved,
the waltz has size.

Formal or not, it's a spoonful at lunchtime.
Isn't it worse than the Amur Waves, granddad?
You don't like it either? Know that I don't love you anymore.

Unfinished things will make you regret it.
I have no regrets.
It's a beautiful waltz.
You just didn't know how to dance.
I waltz without any music, don't be picky,
It's a beautiful waltz.
It's done.

Trust me, floorboard,
anything done is better than nothing done at all.
You'd hardly be arguing about parquet floorboards
Knowing whose quote that is.
The encumbrance has been lifted.
We are no longer under any obligation of any kind.

And I imagined that motive differently, really,
But the creak of a floorboard nor the rustle of leaves
will not spoil the dance of one who treads carefully.
Every step is no different from a dance.
Did you make a distinction? You're a bad dancer.

Not a waltz, but a croquequiac, you say, Ouija?
This foreign language has its own tempo
We know nothing about it.
But I don't like incompleteness.
It must be my horoscope.

I'm a formalist, of course.
That's why I'm welcome at any ball.
I just feel disapproved of in my work.
But we're servants of our desires, not owners.
And I won't add half a gesture of my own.

Cavaliers will stumble from a tune like that and drop the ladies?
Yes, that's a very interesting development, too.
And there's no such thing as a waltz.
It's an unprecedented waltz.

But we'll add the swirling of leaves, perhaps:
All that you wanted or started and didn't finish in your body remains.
And will make you regret
It's the undigested rice krispie treats of the years
will make you sick.
And only a pill made from the urine of a magic dragon horse can save you.

Ouija? What's wrong with you? I swear this is the waltz.
I don't know why there aren't more of these.
Well, it's a little mixed with taichi.
I didn't realize you were such a staunch conservative.
It's a waltz. It's just a second shell.
Ice your forehead and call it a day?
All right.

Do we stop or do we continue
We start or we don't start.
“lyrical tokarev, kill them all.”
And “he who has bones has joints.”
That's a waltz, too.
No, Ouija, I don't want you dead, I swear.
In the incompleteness is completeness.
Twist this Chinese copper wire puzzle.

Did all the ladies break the heels of their shoes on the dance floor?
I beg your pardon.
I'm an aspiring composer
and I'm not going to do it again.