When the DJs make the dance remix
of our love
with that pulsing rhythm track
bursting out the gate,
full of explosions
and thumping bass,
pumped-up horn blasts
and those tickly tight keys teasing all through,
will it be an instrumental?
Will our voices be removed from the mix
completely?
Yes, I think so.
The lyrics will reside only
on the original singer-songwriter demo
where the details of who wronged who
will be excruciatingly outlined
in Dylanesque verse
after Reedy verse
and Young and Hart verse.

When the DJs make the dance remix
of our love
and reach the bridge
in slow, plodding tones,
its repetition,
its bone-numbingly krautrock chills
and mesmerizing inanity,
will they try to speed it up
making it less representative of the reality,
but far more palatable?
Will they increase the harmonies
adding Melody, Allegra, and Aria
– like I tried to?
No,
best leave those other ladies out
of our love song.
Though maybe on the R&B track…

When the DJs make the dance remix
of our love
will it be a big hit?
Will it crack the charts
as it cracked our lives?
Will others be able to learn
from our moves
and move to the beat?
Or will they be beaten down
like we were
so that dance, music,
love
were all items
we had lost the taste for for?
I have no answer to that.
We’ll have to wait and see

but
when the DJs make the dance remix
of our love
I do hope that it’s super funky
because after our love died
it didn’t take long at all
for it to begin to stink.