(For Al Filreis)
The peace of this place chimes with a hum
Heavy breathing tells me that
They are sleeping peacefully in their beds
While I alone at my writing desk sit
I look over my shoulder as if to check
And make sure that no one
Is watching me
And assured that I'm all alone
I get off my seat and begin to dance
Shedding my clothes without fear
-
I kick
And spin
And throwing my arms up
With a roar of jubilation
I announce to the empty room
And the surrounding crowd of walls
That I am the happy genius
Of my household
Dancing grotesquely without a care
While my wife and daughters are asleep
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