An Evening at the Improv

We set out for a laugh –
a bit of a gas and some drinks;
we set out to have some fun.
No questions no chit-chat
just an odd glance askance to the line of your neck.
We went for nothing else to do.

In the coatroom things got heated
to the bustle of laughter –
an interlude we two within earshot of the fray.
A course was plotted then along Magellan's coast,
a course of tempests,
and we set off stage left to a shower of jokes.

Onward to our course of conception,
there is no laughter at sea and many questions.
The evening's come much longer than expected,
sun's rise too far away.
Emotions improvised and borne to the teeth,
what truer relics shall be laid on this beach
but the swift demise of our affair?
Enlisted now the clowns and whispers,
suffrage for the fray.
What ghosts are surfacing? –
you look different in this light.
Do you remember? And do you remember?
How can you forget?
What scales are these? - unbalanced!
Maybe I should not have said.

Cannons and fodder on this long terrific run
a brigade of star-crossed southern skies
- or was that south-crossed star filled skies?
Anyways a daze of heat and not too much to drink
- but nothing's more refreshing that a dip in the morning…

Back at the bar the waitress looking sleepy,
she's seen this act before.
The guys on stage are a fucking hoot
and everyone is smoking.
Wow this place is a haze,
let's grab our coats and get the fuck out.