I eat musicians like you for breakfast


I eat musicians like you for breakfast

What are you doing later?
Not rolling around in your sweet honey, little bee
I eat musicians like you for breakfast 
I know this dance 
backstage all access
dick access too
but not heart access
no that takes more than flirting 
underneath a hot pink sky 
candle lanterns 
stars a bloom
that would take love
and time 
and you leave to wherever have you 
at three pm tomorrow
so run along 
try your long brown hair
hazel eyes 
on another girl 
one who doesn't know electric guitars are penis extensions 
who will fall into white sheets
slept in by many 
loved by none

© Janne Robinson