On The Floor

(Listening to Where is My Mind?) One night And you will have no idea the night The floor of your youth will collapse right beneath your feet Reliable knees Hardcore hips Taut tits Raucous cock Righteous nights hammered and fucking like Bacchus All the clamor and bang of Riotous life in the shimmering midnight Younglings with shit for sense Even less belongings expressing their inner nothing at full blast All will become battle lore murmured in a fumbling bed time prayer Sunshine in the darkness. Including the middling suck of plywood college bars with sawdust floor concerts cuz puke is tacky Red solo cup beer patina sheening As the ambience for screeching and avant-screaming Including waiting through the first strike flirts Cuz youll never take home the mad fucks from conversation through the warm up acts You gotta wait till the first set has blasted past to negotiate the fantastic ass Including the endless wait to take a quick piss While the second act arranges their set list Your last cigarette hidden in your fist Five bucks more whiskey and buzzed out musical bliss just on the off chance this ends in a more than a good night kiss. Even all of this, nostalgia for piping hot fries, gumbo shits, your phone number written on her tits, Is change for less than lost cents. As you age the rage fades your hair grays you erect the white picket fence, stability sets in an evening of cuddles and books begins peace and quiet wins with heads on the pillow whispers "When did youth end And the long middle ground begin?" You will have no idea the night.