Starlings
A moth chooses between three light bulbs
Flirting and teasing behind the bar,
We're on a beach
Which isn't a beach
It's a river bank
But god, it feels like a beach.
And the driving base beats through our bodies
Like drugs, making our skeletons move,
We can't resist,
We can't stop.
Because tonight is the night
For
What?
And the starlings dart as we girate
Black shadows across a muggy new sun,
And I wonder what they think of us.