One for the Graveyard, Two for Life

under the ska moon,
we skank the night away,
me and my backstreet friend
with drinks and needle nose pliers.

I am no electrician
but I feel the lightning
from her thighs
to mine.

floating on mountains
way out west
blazing and amazing,
what's it all about?

fearless in scaredy-cat days
that pretend to be prologue
but end up being nothing but turned tables,
maybe we need the james worthy earth.

as loud as we can be,
her and me,
walls come crashing down,
extra credit, I guess.

the music is our madness
and I am sweating through my suit
but she doesn't mind
as she grabs my neck and licks my cheek.