Stoned on a Friday, Crazy With the Weekend
A short poem I workshopped at a recent meetup
Stoned on a Friday, crazy with the weekend;
LED lights blend livid colour changes.
Blondie is here, dancing.
The dog watches us warily,
The cat has scarpered - she hates this scene.
There are no curtains; large windows reflect the light and us -
That cubist mirror slices us, mixes us up,
Two become 20, a fragmented multitude.
The floor is smooth and forgiving - socks on, boots off.
I care too much about the music choices;
She is tolerant, hardly cares - she will always dance with me.
My body is week-long tired, but all my darlings are here and it’s Friday night.
This is the mirror in our house; the Nanoleaf (out of shot) is shifting through a scene; the colours from the Lazur painted wall and from the LEDs are warm and fiery: this is a Friday night vibe. I hope you can feel some of its joy.
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