I watch the speeding clock,

tonight is my parade,

darkened suit or floral frock

a decision must be made.

 

The bedrooms in a mess

not knowing how to dress

is a problem

not only for the ladies.

The black suit or the biege

a colour ~ now the rage

the jacket's tight

but that's alright

and I feel the innocence of babies.

Tonight's the night for finding

that feeling of unbinding,

in wondered mime

I watch the time

and write the rhyme

of sexuality and maybes.