Missing Saturday

The beats and the lights
And the hands and hard bodies
The smiles and jumping
Freedom of work

Out in life, continual spotlight
breakbeat and jump back in
Shoot a glance at him and
laugh that he didn't care

Run off the floor holding
A friend's hand to talk
to more friends to talk
about others and to grab to go back

Into the Hollywood, everyone
is a star to be walked on
and I want to walk that
road--Grind down

And outwards, I'm king
of all my worshipping subjects
sit on my throne later
whisper secrets by screaming

Hugs around to take a break
Wipe the sweat of fun
Find the beat again with
even more faces to enjoy

Picked up and squeezed
by Bobby, oldest kid I know
Laugh for days in minutes
And off to spread the word

Sucked out into the morning
with strangers in tow
in my auto to the lake
to take a dip and a sip

Coming down off my Castle
Slowing my own court and
speeding down to my moat
Watching a movie with them

Laughing as they bitch
and bicker and my head
bites the dust and fight
to rest on the bed

Party never ends till
never
or at least the next
missing Saturday