Amen

the signature groan of the climax

from the piano keys

grinds in my

willing ears

as I

dance the rumba

with the family looking on

drunk and confused at my new

outlandish ways

dressed in pink

I swear off polka dots

(for now)

and hard cider

which is made

primarily for

pussies with

popped collars and

dumb blondes at their sides

glowing in a fake tan orange

which makes my eyes

peel out of their sockets

but the keyboard again

doing its thing

even though the British dogs bark

and my feet are in agony

the party is going to go

all night

and the magic of a cocktail

can be found between the fingers

of a real looker

whom I’d like to

make

now

and often

but my luck

runs bad

and my looks are like a 1969 sock

after a hard day

on the plantation

with Eddie Cochran

singing the blues

under wilting clouds

that want to

call it a day

music is my friend

it’s more than a love affair

it is dig dirty down

love

and

my piano...

proud in the corner

stands braver than any

Iwo Jima solider

smoking sulfur cigarettes

as the shit comes at them

hard

and

heavy

my love is a dangling D chord

followed by a simple C

and soon

we have a melody

happening

and though I am dancing alone

I cannot help but smile

as the onlookers

wish me well

with my ghostly partner

and I love

everything

but this song

…this song

really makes it for me

and I can’t help but scream

that I

love my life

and surprised with such a statement

my razor blade past

pollutes my wrists

I say it again

I

love

my life

can somebody

photograph this scene

before it

spoils

and the tunes

turn dark?

one shot is all I ask…

one simple

-flash-

and captured on paper

I will live

happy

forever

can I get an

amen?

can I now please?

amen