You left me speechless

like when the beat skips

or Lady Gaga

I’m not made of drama

So keep this

As my last testimony

of the restless and the lonely

of the headstrong and the horny

who are never bored or boring

who explode across the sky

like spider webs soaring

who leave crowds roaring

and bottles of rum pouring

like pirates mixed with Diet

coke, searching for love and hope

above the rim and over the ropes

colder then snowing on slopes

going for broke, going for pay

flowing and flowing and flowing everyday

like a fire hose open to spray

blowing the blaze, known to amaze

going to White Castle, order the Crave

Case, split it with the homies then zone

to outer space before we make it home

then I’m out this place with a song and a poem