11-11 Mr. Sunshine Goes On Holiday

It might have been the scarf.

perhaps,
one will never know.

but I think.
and I,
have opinions,
on the subject,
of such-a-thing,

having partied with them all,
at the monday night sing-sung ball,
oh those sunshines and misters,
those effervescent sort,
of champagne kissers,

sigh.

something was different,
something had changed,
something about his heart,
had turned away from a-stranged,

perhaps it was love,
perhaps,
one could say,
perhaps that's what he felt,
in that crooked sort of way,

perhaps,
when he's ready to sing,
when he's parting his lips,
to say as if...

in the liquid drip,
of his golden after glow smiling.
perhaps.

but whatever it was,
and it definitely was,
something was different,
something was...

all the rage,
he was like a bird, out of a cage,
like a bird, who discovered his cage,
like a bird he was of new age,

perhaps,

perhaps,
that's what it was,
like a bird,
who found his feathers to be full,
who found his feathers to be FULL!

full of fluff,
full of gay,
full of!

what more can I possibly say,
except,

that something was different,
something was,
or someone was,
perhaps.

a holiday.