Ahh! You promised me songs.
Songs about heartbreaks; you said
I hope that I don't fall
in love with you and it nestled into my trumpet
and then it's slipping through the front door.
Searing heavily down our roads,
our afternoons have been influenced by those songs
and the arms around faint shoulders
and the kisses happening right there
at the five o'clock hour.
It's been off at times.
I've been off in the country
and the dilemma of how calm
one can be is like a cigarette addiction.
But then when we need laughs
(we need laughs!)
or particularly love the growl
of love pains (Adam bound us, more or less)
we stand round
clapping and stomping all around.
