Acknowledge your own
pitch perfect municipal melodies,
the secret weapon hidden between your eyes
behind the blinding bright light of the night –
you’re so much more we than me.
Open your eyes to an extra dimension
of possibility, possibly we could dance some more,
my legs are so sore the blood bubbles beneath my skin
but lets ignore humanity and rip
our calves apart in disjointed rhythms.
I want to spin until the world tips up
on its end, and nothing makes sense anymore
you with one foot out the door
would stumble back into my humble home,
please don’t, let’s lay and stay singing some more.