Done with the day's challenge
I reflect slow down
Watch the screen savers
Flying through space and
Having fought the good fight
My three storied craft cruising
I check the star flooded portals
Secure the doors mop floors
Greet the passengers
And attend to the roar of
The engines behind me
So my father placed third in the ballroom dancing world championships
nineteen fifty something the man was smooth he simply took command
of the floor like a master made it his own as a child I remember dancers
stepping off the floor to watch their eyes glazed over with some certain
satisfaction at falling witness to this magic as for me a waltz is a waltz
is a pleasure to share and I do favor a good two step fox trot and swing
but with my rock and roll heart I want mostly to rip it up work up a sweat
burn these old dancing shoes but good somewhere in between up close
I mean touching feeling the beat together I've decided is the place to be
The discretionary sign
hung from the doorknob
of the door to the room
in dallas in a holiday inn
untouched by your hand
for three long dog days
it waved to the house-
keepers like a wind sock
come clean another day
give me time to neatly lay
plastic in the bathroom
compose a goodbye note
load the pistol with only
one bullet or reconsider
Jeffrey is the editor and publisher of The Poetry Victims. He is a poet and photographer living in the heartland.