2. A Definitive (Poetry)

-Fourteen-

When They Look At Me:

When they look at me

Those people on the street

Those people in the crowds

In the house party yards, we shout

I want them to look up and see me dancing on table tops

I want them to hear Saturday Night's Alright

(For Fighting)

And I don't mean the kind of soul leeching parties

Where the girls wear buns and the boys listen to Drake 

I'm talking about looking at me on the nights starting

With tequila chasers and mistakes we don't regret to make 

I want them to look up and see me dancing on table tops 

I want them to hear Saturday Night's Alright

(For Fighting)

As we celebrate the past 

Stomp together so hard

In unison that we shake the neighbours yard 

And sing our slicked throats raw to the classics of art

Like Elton John and Queen

And go wild while the band screams

I'm talking boots and skirts 

And knees covered in dirt

I'm talking warm laughter bubbling over whiskey on the rocks 

The nights that make you the good kind of crazy that don't stop.

I want them to see me in all my youth,

brown hair, brown eyes, wild and overloading people in the boot

When they look at me

I want them to hear Saturday Night's Alright

(For Fighting)

And maybe, just maybe,

A boy on one of those spectacular night's made alright

Will see me wild and my toes will tingle and my chest will scream

And the love of my life

Will hear that song play 

And he'll push through our dancing crowd to say 

'Do you wanna dance?'

And he won't try to change

A single part of me. 

Because he'll be too busy listening to 

That song scream

Every time he looks at me. 

~J.K.M.