the end of river dancing

when the river dances at your feet
escape comes at a very high price
though, that being said, it is possible
solidified tubes down throats
without butter peanuts or balance
doorknobs like weary river circling

to leave home and throw pearls down
from the ashtray ceiling at Oxford
personal time aloft going away
now for the final sacred bow this time
working on the proper exit, with muscle
like flattering gorgeous wrick of revolt

the end of river dancing comes soon
like peasant plaintiff rowboat roweling
the bed is too soft for sleeping microphones
dancing on ceilings at Oxford, looking down
where passion has not elated so much a touch
understand the river stops dancing at some point