velleity

they run amok
trampling flowers
smashing and breaking
china shop bullyboys
never braking
in a flush/in a rush
full of big ideas that flash
and burst like fireworks
and then like fireworks
forgot
in the glow
of the next explosion
disregarding/disarming
ever, ever, ever so charming
these jukebox dancers
karaoke kings
mouthing promises
plucking strings
tumbling cartwheels
with jaunty hats
& silly songs
enjoy them now
but lightly
and let them go
before a velleity
sends them spinning
and their whirling winds
blow you away
a Dorothy without an Oz
in a broken house
in black and white reality
left with technicolor dreams