I made sure to compare
Apples to apples, oranges to oranges
Before burning down the packing house.
The flames danced like heathens
In the throes of godless confidences.
Eric said “When you hear music, after it’s over,
It’s gone, in the air, you can never capture it again”
So I kept a rhythm to the rain
By beating on an old coffee tin.
When then the Sirens cut in I thanked
My lucky stars for two left feet
And hugged the walls
Like an acrophobic sniper.
Somewhere out there
Someone with two right feet
Was dancing the night away.