reggaeton (revised)

cracking along
with corduroy rhythm
with lyrics i don’t understand
that nonetheless promise me blue hips and red nights
with danger and regret in equal parts
that sound like guns tucked in a waistband
with smoke and dull stoner haze coupled with rum
that sits on the tongue a reminder of young couplings
with chingaling harmony and urgent slipbeats
that tell me there’s a woman out there for me
if only i get up and move
toward her and away from the couch
from the small room
from the air conditioning
from the peace and quiet
when peace and quiet roar in my ears
when comfort feels this much like fear
man
i gotta go