85 - We imagine that we're young and sexy

We imagine that we’re young and sexy
In the bedroom. We sing into a brush
Or play air guitar to some old CD.
We look okay in dim light, at a push.
We plan adventures in the Amazon,
And how we’d out-fight two or more armed men.
Our careers skyrocket toward the sun,
But we still hold the top novelist’s pen.
When we picture these scenes, we’re kids once more,
Tree-climbing to the topmost branch of all.
The world’s press camp outside the third floor door
To our humble rooms. Down the stairs they fall
And melt away. Alone, my steps echo
On the way back down to the earth below.
Tue 28 Nov 2006