Gas Fire

a lobby with the gold card table
hanging above the place
where would wood burn
instead, we have a farce
spigots, naturally, gas
warmth yet real
lit, it feels
higher and higher ceilings
casual and casual hip songs
placed in place
facing my face
letting both feet
rest firmer, floored
seventeen times a day
minutes away from two
featuring a film without
cameras, fortunate motion
licking the top
of this not quite place