playing for playing’s sake

poor harmonies

but together they made

sort of a band

guitar and a thing

you could call a drum

two skinny sunburnt

bustling rascals

offered a traveling melody

and a happy one too

it might and needs

to pay for dinner

I saw them

at night chasing

a big buzzing bug

same guitar raised like

the most powerful weapon

this time in unison

and with childlike passion

directing each other’s

moves and forming a

strategy to catch their prey

and that would be it

and that should be it

playing for playing’s sake