Boris | JW Winslow

BORIS

IT WAS HIS SMILE
THAT FIRST CAUGHT MY EYE,
SITTING CASUALLY IN
HIS FAVORITE CHAIR
INTERVIEWING A BRIGHT
WHITE-SUITED WOMAN
FOR A JOB,
THEY NEEDED
SOMEONE WHO WOULD
SELL THAT MOB:
THREE FINE DESIGNERS,
SHY/STRONG HEADLINERS,
MEN WHO DID NOT
WANT TO BLOW
THEIR OWN HORNS,
BUT REQUIRED
SOME ACTION
AND STRONG WILLED
TRACTION,
HE GAVE ME
HIS CARD AT THE END
A LONG-VERSED
NAME WITH
A MIDDLE VLADIMIRE,
IT WAS MY NICKNAME
FOR HIM
INCITING SOME CHEER,
AND IN THAT JOB
FOR MANY YEARS
I SOLD THEIR WARES
AND CLIMBED THE
STAIRS
EACH DAY,
WATCHING THE
DESIGNS TAKE HOLD
MANY QUITE BOLD,
WHILE HE CHARMED
OUR CLIENTS
AND LAUGHED A LOT
WATCHING THE
BUILDINGS TAKE
SIZE AND SPOT,
HE LOVED TO SNEAK
OFF
ON WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON
TO THE SMALL
SAIL BOAT
AND THE ROARING
LAGOON,
IT WAS HIS QUIET
TIME,
A PLACE SO SUBLIME
ALL ALONE
WITH THE SPLASHING
WAVES,

AND MEMORIES OF
STRUCTURES
HE LOVED TO SAVE,
WE TRAVELED TOGETHER
TO SELL THE WARES
VISITING CLIENTS
BEYOND COMPARE,
CHARMING THE FOLKS
WITH VISUAL STROKES,
AND SMILES
THAT CAUGHT
THE CLEVER EYE…
I KNEW HIS SECRET
OF PLAYING THE TRUMPET
AND THE LOVE OF
MUSIC AS WELL,
BUT THE MOST
CLEVER MOMENT
WAS A CASUAL THING,
WHEN HE SCRIBBLED
A FIGURE OF THE
DANCING MAN
WHO BECAME OUR
LOGO
FOR THE WORKS
WE SPREAD,
TAPPING AWAY
NIGHT AND DAY,
IT WAS PART OF
THE CHORUS
THE SIGHT OF BORIS
THAT BLENDED HIS
LOVES,
DESIGNING
RECLINING,
FAMILY FIRST
AND AWARD
WINNING COLORS
OF MONTEREY’S THIRST,
WHILE THE SUBTLE
CHUCKLES
RENOWED HIS WAY
OF TELLING THE WORLD
HE WAS READY TO PLAY,
AND NOW, TODAY
BORIS IS GONE,
A HEAVENLY ANGEL
WHERE HE BELONGS
UP THERE
DESIGNING
A HOUSE FOR
THE GODS,
WITH LOTS OF
PURE LIGHT,
HE WILL ALWAYS
EXIST FOR ME
EACH DAY AND NIGHT,
SAIL ON SAILOR
TO THE BRILLIANT END
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE
SO LOVED AND ADMIRED
BY THE WORLD
AND ME!