If I Must Idealize Someone I Could Not Be
More Delighted In My Choice
Were there any rhyme or reason
Or sense found in these maddening seasons
You would be here not there with me
Administrating your sweet magic remedy
Gone is that silly little windowless room
Its chairs built-in torture devices
Away with that stupid clock with its wretched, self-righteous
Say in everything
Missing is that thick resin of bureaucracy maintaining
That stifling business-like order
Do usher in please, that temple of lovingkindness
More pillows than anyone could need
Music, laughing, friendship, smiles
Wizard fairy magic deployed in full effect
Whisking all those formalities aside
Leaving us with nothing left to hide
Dana Venzor/summer2008
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