Rabagast

(james brown playing)

not quite sure what’s going on.

(lookee here, know what I mean)

but me thinks me like, ike.

(temperature rising, feel it)

not quite sure what to expect. what can I expect?

(good god, need some funk)

let’s keep it uncomplicated, she said. sure, I said. as she curled up on my sofa, put her head on my lap and sighed. smiled.

(i say hit it, hit it, and quit it, quit it)

but when do things really begin?

(get on up, shake that thang)

when other things end?

(jack be nimble, jack be quick, hipper than hip)

you’re so kind, she said. I know, I said. and cute, she said. really? I said. yes, she said. and kissed me for the tenth time.

(i feel nice, like sugar and spice)