Ill wear my best set
of clothes, comb my hair and wash my features
no one will suspect I dont belong.
Ill quote only the profoundest passages from ancient sources,
tell of the deeds of heroes bent on survival
and augment discussion with notions
of unsurpassed sincerity
anyone who listens
will believe I am trained to hold an audience in suspense.
When they serve dinner
Ill take care not to slurp my soup,
spill beans
on my napkin or let loose
with unbecoming noises that suit a lonely man
when he thinks no one is about
Ill be taken
for a gentleman.
When someone asks me what I do
Ill refrain from the truth
that I lie around in bed a lot of the day,
refuse to sweep the cobwebs under the eaves
and swat flies for pleasure
rather,
with focus on the lines I jotted down yesterday,
answer that I work at creating a new vision
for humanity
somehow, with the effort
I put into things,
street lights will grow a little brighter,
rain pass by without wetting foundations
and obedience to higher realms burst forth
in red droplets
on a yellow sheet, lemon scent in mist
and sugar sweet tweets from a forest
no one will think I am deluded.
What if the music begins
and we are meant to choose a partner?
Anxious foreboding
will not pervade the ritual of selection
there will be someone
whose rhythm and timing feels awkward as my own
well rise to the occasion,
dance out onto the floor
with our hearts extended,
eyes seeking light beyond our dreams
steps in time
with the beat that makes the room shudder,
the dresses rustle
and the whirl so concentrated in deference to the melody
aim at non-stopping until exhaustion
Ill be one with the crowd.
When the oration representing everything the organisation wants to hear
about extraordinary flights surpassing its original intention,
fulfilled vows and good deeds ends
with smoke curling toward the ceiling
Ill applaud with the others
even though the ticket was given me
by a salesman who passed by
on the off chance, who couldnt make it
who thought I could do with a good night out.
of clothes, comb my hair and wash my features
no one will suspect I dont belong.
Ill quote only the profoundest passages from ancient sources,
tell of the deeds of heroes bent on survival
and augment discussion with notions
of unsurpassed sincerity
anyone who listens
will believe I am trained to hold an audience in suspense.
When they serve dinner
Ill take care not to slurp my soup,
spill beans
on my napkin or let loose
with unbecoming noises that suit a lonely man
when he thinks no one is about
Ill be taken
for a gentleman.
When someone asks me what I do
Ill refrain from the truth
that I lie around in bed a lot of the day,
refuse to sweep the cobwebs under the eaves
and swat flies for pleasure
rather,
with focus on the lines I jotted down yesterday,
answer that I work at creating a new vision
for humanity
somehow, with the effort
I put into things,
street lights will grow a little brighter,
rain pass by without wetting foundations
and obedience to higher realms burst forth
in red droplets
on a yellow sheet, lemon scent in mist
and sugar sweet tweets from a forest
no one will think I am deluded.
What if the music begins
and we are meant to choose a partner?
Anxious foreboding
will not pervade the ritual of selection
there will be someone
whose rhythm and timing feels awkward as my own
well rise to the occasion,
dance out onto the floor
with our hearts extended,
eyes seeking light beyond our dreams
steps in time
with the beat that makes the room shudder,
the dresses rustle
and the whirl so concentrated in deference to the melody
aim at non-stopping until exhaustion
Ill be one with the crowd.
When the oration representing everything the organisation wants to hear
about extraordinary flights surpassing its original intention,
fulfilled vows and good deeds ends
with smoke curling toward the ceiling
Ill applaud with the others
even though the ticket was given me
by a salesman who passed by
on the off chance, who couldnt make it
who thought I could do with a good night out.