It’s 10.15 on a Friday night and excitement builds all around.
Saturday Waits as the promise of Spidermen and Caterpillars abound.
Like all those Japanese Babies who tumbled through the gate,
I Burn for tales of Cagey Tigers and Dogs who Shake.
And then I am reminded, as I Move To The Beat,
Why you Imaginary Boys always look so good enough to eat.
I’m So Glad I Came. That I finally made it to A Night Like This.
If only it could end with Just One (Strawberry) Kiss.
Alas, I am cast adrift to the Edge of the Deep Green Sea.
Wondering Why I Can’t Be You and not so Lost and Lonely.