you look like hell

black friday

i had the nicest time

dancing with a girl

through panic on the streets of london

and panic on the streets of birmingham

and panic at our nation's finest

retailers of electronics and expensive

things on sale.

hands hooked together, smiling,

we stepped and bobbed and

sang along,

apathetic to the media material madness

of the day.

on the stage, the man with the fade

and the coke-bottle glasses in front

of a table full of wires and cords

wagged his finger at the crowd,

singing along to his own death threat

hang the dj

hang the dj

hang the dj

and we danced through black friday

into no-one-cares-about-this saturday

and eventually left the sweaty

echo park bar and went home,

i would say, absolutely and utterly

content.