feels like summertime

the term "living room" came from the idea of the parlour...before the "funeral parlour", bodies were laid out in the parlour of the home...after that changed they had a room to name...a room to name in honor of the living...it is all the same to me...i am living and dying simultaneously...living in that happy land, between dionysis and the darkness...where everyone gets their kicks and pretends..."just another fun night me boy!"...i remember summer picnics when i was young...people would stay late into the night and play poker...(crickets chirping through screened in windows)...i did not care why they were there...just the fact they were there was good enough for me...let us gather together and celebrate, in the comfort of the summer home-fire...in the comfort of something we can wrap our arms around...these days no one lingers...they are quick to retreat into the familiar peace of their own parlour...where they lay out and say in hushed tones, "come in and pay your respects" without a word...