we can't ever agree on this
you and I . . .

let's dance

leaving the ghosts of what we know
to sip our warm watery scotch

we'll lose our spite inside a song
the pulse of drums and pounding hearts
swing our hips on common ground

let's leave our piece of cake that's crumbled
reminiscent fallen ash

there's nothing left upon this table
that will not be the trash at dawn