to you, unsuspecting

i like the way you smile

and the metal glints off your lip like

mischievous light shows that you control,

a god when the drums are stuck in your ears

and pounding and pounding like

joyful screaming at the top of their lungs

guitars and bars and

when they leave, it's all you again,

and playful grins

with that metal in your lip.

key-ring fantasies hang

from your jeans like ruffled hair and

it's joyfully mean

but you like it, don't you?

being a friend. it's as good as the lights,

and it never ends.