A ghost like a person you said was a phantom
Like you kissed was an imperative of cage like a must
Like a list of past failures
Turned into venom
Or same as an outline when all of you said so
And seven was lucky while five was a rally
While twelve was a box
And nine was a family
You were a reason for me to be open
To not know the test answers
For us to be temperate
And you to be vengeful
Which is why I am hopeful
You are forgettable
© Adam Bresson

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My baby likes soft rock, not no jazz
Like the kind of music that you heard behind the kiss at the end of an 80’s movie
That sounds mechanical but rousing so it puts her in THE MOOD
She thinks it is smooth & it makes her think of fancy parades
Marching lock step, cloth plumage, high-hats & cotton candy
So to get to the lovin’, I will throw on some Chicago Greatest Hits
I do not waste my time with jazz, she does not know Miles Davis
Doesn’t swing her hips to Charlie Parker or hear Thelonious Monk
“And why are monks playing piano, anyway?” she asks
Later, she does not waste her time with “Danger Zone” but skips past to the ballad
“I am a man who will fight for your honor” so baby, why don’t you lay down on the floor
You know you want more so I put on Coast 103 & drop down to my knees
She doesn’t need firelight or scented candles, doesn’t waste her time with no classical music
“Can’t fuck to Mozart anyway because it’s too fast” & she is always taking her time
See, “lady, I’m your night in shining armor” but stop there & peel off that Anne Klein blouse
Let me rub your shoulders just a little, breathe on your neck, can you feel me against you?
I do not know if there’s a song that says that but can you feel me against you?
I promise no jazz or classical or whiny white guy rock, just the mellow sounds of 1987
Oh yeah, those are my lips on your neck like heaven, shhh!, Journey is about to come on
I’ll sing the best part in your ear in a whisper, then I’ll escort you with your clothes off
To my hot outdoor Jacuzzi, don’t worry honey, you can hear the music out there just fine
So soft rock makes sure you don’t stop & we’ll drink champagne until everything pops
© Adam Bresson