when words get off work

when words get off work

and a meaningful day is done,

when the rational wardrobe is set aside

and the inner movie streaming

has the flotilla of irrationals

bobbing and sighted

and the lexicon of meaningful life

is set free from social ordination and logic.

be then,

where feelings have more nudity statements made,

where one is off script. 

ad lib is on assignment. 

impromptu has all the free time needed.

the lips relax from posing in readiness.

the wish list includes all means of intimacies.

headiness is now just one of many.

there is now full body audience appeal.

basking may not have any evidentials worth noting.

just the experience of the cohesive

rather than the perspective of the self 

as the appropriate, 

can be collectively assembled.

your self-talk understands what I mean.

intimate self observation should be

a national holiday.

but then, who would and how might (?)

that be celebrated in the collective?

when do we have that kind of honesty

and that kind of intimacy

commonly shared?

it's usually by circumstantial disaster,  

for us to admit to this state of being, 

in common?

there is no precedent for that.

sure, there is the shares of privacy

but public reveal? 

so talk to me about this,

when words get off work for the day . . .