Birthday Party
Looking through white carnations
At a white silk threaded thick curtain,
Gold bordered, at an expensive restaurant
He saw a Crivelli blonde angel, peacock-spotted wings.
He wanted to shout something in Danish
To celebrate her white gold Danish hair.
Pinpoints of light fell on her blue bordered sleeves.
He was thrilled by the tilt of her white gold head
As she sipped white wine.
He wanted to shout as loud as he could, "Angel,"
But he did not want to appear foolish,
An old man, alone, shouting in a restaurant.
Motivation
Everyone, morose,
Stumped in their chairs.
The dark rose curtains suddenly
Grew eyes on their outward folds.
Seeing the eyes of the dark rose curtain,
Everyone became active.
Became acrobats, jugglers, tumblers, did somersaults.
One old man talked in unknown tongues.
The eyes on the curtain disappeared.
Everyone sat down, slumped in their chairs.
Litter
Gravity decided to quit.
The tossed away beer bottles
Floated up to the sky.
Bottles blocked out the sun.
Bottles blocked out the moon.
Bottles blocked out the stars.
Total darkness.
People tied themselves to their houses,
Used flashlights to find beer,
Continued to drink
And toss away the bottles.