pianos and guitars luc simonic Drift left as if to answer no then yes. Right? Pulling hatchets out the backs of all the ghosts In echo halls of heavy stomping crowd. Greatened to smile, to stroke to touch your nape And dribble my fingers down your flesh into The deepest corners I can go or find. I’ll put on my poncho and stroll on by the Naysayers, lollygaggers, boondogglers and all the Doppelgangers, in my gym shorts. Less than a five minute mile for fifteen years. Day in day out Day in Day out in Day in doubt selling nachos and lemonade at the homegame. At half time