dAnCE, wE muST
College, Fairfax to Virginia Beach
fearless foursome, road tripping
crashing on the sands dune
baked lobsters by mid-noon
with two freezers full of beer
three crates of fresh crabs
cheering, faux minors league.
Professional party animals
- lounging by the pool -
gorgeous, full of faux sun,
after crushing the local foe
have crashed our finest gala.
24 hours of psychotic bliss-
I want, more of this - feeling
now that I am growing older,
less bold, and distant in time
from the triumphs of my youth.
Dance, we must, merely to
hold onto this feeling and
not fall off of the edge. As
my pen reminds me daily
- ever slandering it's truth.