FREAKY CREDIT CARD

plastic love ornery pulse, go just go dog me like soup like vitamin waters rising tide. can't help but collide with my second grade self, can't help but lose it when I hear the crazy bat lady's voice, shutting down, breaking apart, wanting wandering like freaks in the night. to have courage like white rope, to breathe the air and the sand, to participate, to fuck. chinese lanterns red in the hallway, sputtering mouth, you're gliding, reaching airwaves knocking hips into walls hard with a push. forever in carnivals, your tower girl, she sighs with a love song, a rude dream to drink. to love her is to love her is to love her. to think of her is unsatisfying. you want to breed her. to grab her hand and to run with her in the dark. to need. to cry in pain from the wanting, to reformulate, you can never know the palace that goes on inside her head, or the diamond mine of your heart flipping inside out for a stranger. palace of will and fortitude, fortunate girls and long hot summers. your hair has privelege and your mind is sharp and cutting, experience is dull why bother, dad can fix anything. groping for something real in the darkness, looking for sparks, for to enter beaches. for to have something.