how do we want the warmth?

day Poems

imagine velvet walls, pianist and violins, moonlight dancing with the chandelier above; a grand affair. everyone suited, of course. just alike, shaking hands, “sir,” “as you were.” injection-forced smiles while shadows eclipse their heads, dimming the hanging diamond lights as they speak in tongues. laughter echos from cathedral ceilings, spirals down into deaf cellars and oh, there will be cocktails that night and concoctions that night, easy, put me to sleep and then wake me back up! you’ll thank the waitress, politely, generously offering ten per cent gratuity, five per cent pity ‘cause she isn’t all that pretty… mirrors noticeably around every corner, catching glances each passing time. adjust: bow-tie (check) cuff links (check) slight quaff, unwrinkle, tuck-in your shirt. now, back to businesss! and dance akin to swaying scare-crow, in some flawless type of wind where steps match up mechanically, symmetrically; photographer, and pose. now your face is on the news and it’s nothing new to you, the sun could be your spotlight... so it’s really too bad that the sun can't reach; that those clouds suspended above you, well you’re not sure how to rid them or even, really, how to want the warmth.