carousels and indy cars; my mind goes faster sometimes. it rolls. like lashes. like lanterns lit by lost love looking. you make me dizzy and i can’t fall down. chasing our headlights into each other, we may crash before we get there. but won’t the sound be terrific? great symbols of god echoing through the alleyways, fighting to get out of the stratosphere, like molotov love affairs and bleach blonde barbiturates. making love under the rubble, i come back to you and bow down low. you are my angel. you are my muse. you are my self.