Dance Like Diamonds

A Sunday Bike Poem in honor of January Day, a holiday for the small WeGotCha people in the Brownsville neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York. The WeGotCha people practice random acts of urban dance in various places, including subway cars, river walks, roofs of buildings, and inside the halls of city buildings.

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“Dance Like Diamonds”

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This morning, I dance like diamonds

I shine like dulled automobile paint,

I scream like a deaf-mute

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But I ride

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And I dance with you

I got cha

I dance on my bike

In circles and squares and, maybe, a hexagon

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And you better fucking believe

in bike dance

Or I’ll purposely accidentally GetCha

With a flying spoke

It will stick in your stomach, accidentally purposely,

And always remind you, with a little bitty scar,

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Of bike dance

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Sort of bike dance, but not really