Hands shake with a fever to go. Anticipation
                                     and melodramatic resolutions to solve these
                                                                ­          crimes.
Ready for that stage,
         big
           black curtains &
                       last calls.
Climb that rope and fade the limelight. For those hands of
                               impatience
                                          feast
                                              on caffeinated thoughts & the decadence
                                                      of  deliri­um.
Candy coated fortunes bronzed with silly color play-doh.
No one knows
               where they are going,
                             but look at them go!
Tremble with the tension through studied glances.
                                     What says I love you
                                              more than distant by-ways &
                              cornices of ice?
Who will be there when the sun dips to the sea?
               Someone
                         to grab those nervous little hands & bring that old
                               guitar
                                      into tune by
                                           spoon
                                                 tapped melodies.
Prophecies &
            promises but no pay day
                        today.
Clapping hands sound their march. A salute to all those
                     dusty
                          dreams in
                                   locked boxes.