Clear a path through the chaos ever-tipping toward the rug
the coffeecup and wide-eyed cats the window as it shrugs
the stained glass plate the miserable fork
laughing sinks somehow retort
didn't you mean to do that, to your face?
Let the laughter shuffle through your mind like wild geese in a V
in formation yet mysteriously.
Let the mystery unfold like a paper origami swan
let the riverboat travel downstream like a Mark Twain movie
let the Vegas strip go quiet for one night.
That film noir man is lurking in the shadows
ready with a gaze that will stop the criminals
a daunting task for sure to be aware of the subliminal
like wild animals we are
in our furs, and our pearls.
Damn movies, always keep me up late at night
I found myself crying and wrapped up in a ball
when the credits rolled and I suddenly awoke
from a dream.
It was 2:00 AM and not early enough to wake.
I fell back asleep and dreamt of things tipping over
the chaos that would await me in the morning light.
But when it came, I felt serene
and merely thanked God for my fingers and toes
over coffee.