Everyone Screams Tonight

Everyone screams tonight
I'm sort of catonic
Amongst the low-riding bottoms clad and clean

The lightning outside
Puts us in a state
No more hippy music for a while just chill

You grab my little jacket
Nah! I know you're alright
But you put my finger to you jugular, I grin

I'm sick of cooking burgers
Someone else comes up to me
She's grabbing al the ketchup, people mad

Everyone screams tonight
Delilah plays through my little house
Gosh, you stare, I want to be amazed

I guess I am disguise

I guess I am

I pause to write this among the din and noise

You grin at me under paper Chinese lanterns
I think of Ken my total zen friend

This is in real time

I'm not really in disguise

I guess I am

But

Tony

You know me

This poem

If for all the screaming people

(and the hanburgers)

It's not even a poem

Just a real-time thought