the lights are red, but i want to go up
into the sky. drive right through
the pink and purple all night long.
this is my porn. you text me
your naughty, i’ll dream
in the fucking clouds. it’s june
second, two thousand and fifteen,
remember the 80’s? i relive them.
another full moon? do you
really care all that much? stop
howling. i feel it in every cell.
you’re fucked up.
I think my imagination
is so wild
even you
would run away.
but, you stay, you
make me believe
that the sunset
was a masterpiece
and the darkness
its palette.
the moon controls us
like love, we’re
helpless
to its pulling effect.
catch me tonight at
nine pm…its’ my son’s
award ceremony,
but i’ll still be falling
from the sky.
don’t forget to look up
and extend your arms,
even if you don’t see me.
georgeforfun 