attempt one

A boy passed through furniture. The lights in the room were on, illuminating the latest showpieces. The chair of the month. A deal, a bargain.
After nights in that dark passing-streets
the sharp corners dampened by the unforgiving evening,
beside the dull bright lit words,
an emergence.
To join, what he wanted.

Glove in stool.
Hair in the folds of bed sheets.
Hesitation of the hat stand,
the deferential bows of the coat rack.

The elegant downturn of carved ends. The austerity of the suits that move between the showroom, each a setting of future grandeur. He wanted to feel the soft steps on carpet. He wanted to know what the furniture knew.

Secrets: Fruit portraiture, weeping of plastic grapes, the place where he could sit, letters of words giving semblance of the value.