An icy chandelier
sparkling maliciously in the yellow glow
suspended heavily, mightily
in midair.
A party of talkers, clinking of
delicate china, wheezy laughter
of a goner.
Breaking law, time, its frozen state,
it plummets down
on the unsuspecting bald head
down below.
The words of a great talker,
the wagging of his thick tongue,
Frozen. Stopped. Dead. Gone.
-words suspended in midair.
