Lamenting Long Lost Casual Fridays
Which were once the fashion,
that time when you’d get a dressing down for not dressing up.
Every level of middle management
from trainees to assistant vice presidents
donned their casual-but-neat apparel.
Ah but Eve and Lady Godiva, the most casual dressers of all,
never materialized in that corporate world.
And since ebony Eve came from Africa
and flaxen Lady G hailed from Merrie Olde England
what a glorious dappled cloth of humanity
might have dressed those boom-era businesses.
And the Clark Kents of so limited vision,
those four-eyed wannabe supermen
as always peered with their comic book X-ray eyes
beneath the casual Friday masquerades
at the shapely forms of all the office Lois Lanes.
As for the other Walter Mitty types,
casual Fridays were always dress rehearsals
for their weekend flights of fancy
when with tieless gold-chained necks and half-opened shirts,
they sought to sail high with some heavenly disco Venus.
Richard Fein was a finalist in The 2004 New York Center for Book Arts Chapbook Competition. A Chapbook of his poems was published by Parallel Press, University of Wisconsin, Madison. He has been published in many web and print journals such as Reed, Southern Review, Roanoke Review, Birmingham Poetry Review, Mississippi Review, Paris/atlantic, Canadian Dimension, Black Swan Review, Exquisite Corpse, Foliate Oak, Morpo Review, Ken*Again Oregon East, Southern Humanities Review, Morpo, Skyline, Touchstone, Windsor Review, Maverick, Parnassus Literary Review, Small Pond, Kansas Quarterly, Blue Unicorn, Terrain Aroostook Review, Compass Rose, Whiskey Island Review, Oregon East, Bad Penny Review and many, many others.