The Good Host

The Good Host

A Poem by Paris Hlad

eThe Good Hostf

 

The Glorious Triumph

Of the Dazzling Gentleman

Paris Osowski - An Affable Host,

Exquisitely Skilled in the Social Graces,

 

-P-

 

My guests are gathered in my love;

The evening welcomes �"

 

All

 

The silk of social harmony

Spreads like a golden shawl

 

But near this scene, my demon leans

Against a crooked tree, and points

Her finger to the ground,

 

And then, she points at me

 

But not this evening will I go -

I rise in faith bedight!

 

My guests are

Gathered in my love �"

 

I am the host tonight.[1]



[1] Paris suffered from the curse of sudden sadness, particularly in social situations. He was occasionally the death, though more regularly the existential ennui that wrecked a party. However, he was consistently a charming and attentive host, so strong was his desire to please those who were his invited and highly valued guests.

 

 

© 2023 Paris Hlad


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Paris Hlad
Paris Hlad

Southport, NC, United States Minor Outlying Islands



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