because they’d bought tickets weeks before The Talk and
because the octopus had four beers at the show which rocked
absolutely rocked the singer for the opener made crazy faces
and wide-mouthed growls the octopus bought their CD
but they dont play it in the car they listen instead
to a mix the octopus made as a birthday gift
with lavish Pandora research to find songs on the other’s wavelength
it even clamped its beak and added Coldplay and fucking Snow Patrol
because love is sacrifice between sets they’d shared a table
and the octopus pressed with questions what is it you want?
a: a partner with a spine do you see us together in two years?
a: not likely the other once refused to sing in front of anyone
but sings with Adele now in the car ain’t no room in my bed
as far as I’m concerned right beside the octopus who cant bear
another night on the futon another minute in this car
so tries to press into camouflage against the black vinyl of the door
but lacking the right chromatophores oscillates red yellow brown
like a tongue turning in a mouth that can’t close