the chandelier is lit with candles
it’s before the days of kerosene or gaslights
the stars play the companion view tonight
it’s very clear
the brightness is just barely minced with the shadowy smoke of candles burning out
the stars are constant
against the darkest of skies
we see the gentleman with the
ladies
twirling
almost a swirling mix of white and black
the music is a Mozart symphony
the orchestra is the Viennese Emperor’s
it’s on loan for the night
suddenly
Joe Walsh appears with a guitar and band
stops the shindig
plays Funk # 49
all hell breaks loose and the tinkle of the hostess’s bell cannot be heard
Joe overwhelms it
“Stop,” she yells. “Stop this nonsense!”
encore after encore
song after song
there is sweat on the stiff collars
dresses are shed
“Get up honey!”
“What?”
“Ya gotta go ta work.”
“Yea, yea,
hold on,
I gotta hear Joe.”
“Again?
You played that all weekend.”
(what’s she tryin’ to hand me?)
“I knew it was Sunday.”
the stars were nice
where is that lady
she was in pink
maybe if I knock off…
start the dream over
– gishi bian
4 June 2017
1:24 pm mst usa
this would have been a great song for your DJ night. next time, kid.
one cannot reach the bed without resolution
and a simple prayer for a peaceful night
lay the head down
dream of “sugarplum fairies” and chandeliers
fin
Yellow Rose Publications
