You were born with a glittering techno helmet
As I shuffle through dead leaves
It’s a wafting smell of a kick drum
On the dance floor, trance or electronic sonnet
Me- bong hit. You- on it.
Haley’s comet inside me so strong, I feel vomit
Steel tonic martini or strawberry daquiri, exactly
How many elephant seals could I squeeze through
In this room to get to you?
Exit moon… stars fade.
Kiss breath trails through a penny arcade
You dance on a skeeball lane, it’s so sweet sixteen.

A fondue memory, getting a drivers permit on a wintergreen saturday…
You being five, I, nine, lands four sides between us
Exit sun… enter Saturn with seafoam green Venus comes cabernet waves…
My teenage years get sent to their grave.
One thousand eyes stare at the king of all yesterdays.

Rhythmless, more like a robot
4th grade photograph lazer beams glow hot
peel off the background, follow you everywhere
Techno explodes like a lymph node, dance to the cancer
Cherry-picked buffalo stance and my hands hurt
from holding up walls in the dance hall.

Transcendence turns rancid, oxidized out of the sanscrit

I glance at it… My memories, no matter how fond or how vile
determines the strength of the hand on the radio’s dial
My mile long tornado is day glo in your blacklite afterlife
My station is interlocked sun rays… A.M.
My mornings of storm and dance pulls the magnetic wavelength from desert rocks.
Autumn falls, leaves rustle… my beat never drops on your helmet.
Strept throat, choking on mixtape techno repellent.

MENTAL ELEPHANT SEAL METAPHORS ARE FLORAL BOUQUETS FROM MY HIGH SCHOOL HEY-DAY.