Primal Scream

When you jump on a contrampoline …
Well, … you know.
One good bounce and your head hits the sky
And then you land duckside down
And roll on the ground laughing like a moaniac.

I saw you that time:
Your face afire,
So bright that you couldn’t put it out with a ladder
And then we laughed until a year was forgotten

And here we are again
Ready to bounce
Ready to roar
Ready to burn.