I want you like roaring fun times and craziness
Want nights to descend as soon as possible during the morning shift.
I want to treble in the presence of the music man,
Who rags on the keys with the velocity
Of explosive, roaming waves of levee failure,
Submerging bodies and shelters.
Everything falls then,
Like a soul being told whispered news
Of heartbreak in a large gathering.
Don’t you see honey?
The very notes adorn the night air;
We laugh with the rest of the horde,
Ignore the writing on the wall,
Dance ‘till we turn economically pale,
And kiss and die before the awe of song.
