Be a good guest.
Resist the nectar of the fruit.
The sticky fingers
you’ll wipe on your lap.
Listen to the music when it fades.
You must let go of the summers.
The tic and the tok is the same music to me now, even in the later hour, if you dare to stay after supper.
So forgive me, if I leave without an excuse since you dance with young demons in the red theatre of your daddy’s dirty movies.
I’m the devil reincarnate, but an esteemed guest and a father.
Watch my name on place cards, in bold letters, on every table.