Happy Logic

Nothing has a reason to begin with It is a party of its own with no clothes on Formulaic intricacies grow wild in mushroom clarity Causality set in motion by music sounds out loud Its grasp far reaching, weightless, astounding On a line of invisibility destiny stretches in a yawn Violins have no strings to be attached to any song Held fast in times illusion Dancing is forbidden in the dark Freedom is an extension, not exactly hair Randomly receding in all directions Time is unwinding on tomorrows blink Strobe-lights are an afterthought of spinning on History sinking fast with every drink Coming to festivities with one shoe missing is wrong The black one or was it a sneaker Let me think Music laughs at circumstances quite like this But changes tempo as it wishes Surrounds circles so circular and round Directs them to their proper corners square Orgasmic at the edges of forgetfulness in fun and laughter Circles are not square Not yet! The evening is young and has no children Light the cigarette with caution Don't forget the curtains For no other reason than attention to be friendly Tip the waitress when the party ends Logic dictates that we leave before we came That way we can go and never come again