(Inspired by Denver's own Mercury Cafe', home of Denvers longest running open poetry mic night.)
Red velvet curtains tease me with the beyond
Fairies light fly frozen in the air
Between here and there
And the navel lint on the floor
Screams to defy their existence
Here the mundane has to argue
For its right to be
Or not
While painted tables
Shimmer and vibrate with
Their stories through glass plates
And liquids bend the light of the world
Refracting my thoughts
Projecting patterns
On paper and pixel
While a young woman
Counts symbols of the world
As if they mattered,
But like any idea
Thoughts are fleeting
And grasping only produces
Reality slipping through
My fingers,
While a nearby crimson carnation
Appreciates poetry
Because it stopped
To smell the roses
And the waitress was
Too hurried to notice
So he did it for her.
Then the red whispered
To me like a lover,
I am everywhere,
Not twinkling but softly glowing cherries
Full breasts filling out what she's proud of
Striped down his back looking sharp
Chinese blood as your table top
The flush of your cheek,
when I say the right thing
It's a red shirt day
Mercury is my red lover,
Everywhere.
