tongue for folie

the music is much too close
my head aches and I notice
the absurd proximity
in a room so big and cavernous

i think i know where my glasses are
i'll wear them in a heartbeat for effect
but so strangely, so rarely for sight
with a tongue for folie, who craves utility

i am well aware of my propensity
for bouncing words and reckless
rhymes. (I should learn to edit)
but my day time and my real time
and my "be a grown up time" is
dedicated to order and precision
temperance and revision
and here I shall rebel

feathers stay in the breeze
for far longer than physics could allow
and leaves turn red and never brown
and here I love you forever
because it's the only place I can.
Or will.