Electric Fusion

Twilight- the sky's blood orange and I'm getting clean, phone's buzzing with plans and inspirations. Dirty minds- me too. Great ones might think alike, but the time's ripe to stop aiming for abstractions.. Just do. I'm out the door first chance, devil in hand, electric air. Hurry up electric locks, I'm panting through my red red lips... fast and faster.. singular thoughts, mind glued to electric fusions of casuality and lust. (Indifferent desperation) Trust in the generosity of mother earth, and all her good vibrations. You can hear it too. Let's do it, fall back together from pieces of nothing. Let's disentangle our knotted selves, shake away bits of everyone else, and do ourselves better with something strange, something new. Feel the summer night alive and open-ended, without wanting clues. It could go nowhere, but I can live without climax while the music absorbs me- moth to the flame, god of the youth. And I'll forgive your lack of attempting grace, if you'll forgive my certain indiscretions. Lower your expectations just right- right there I'll make love to your imperfection. Relax, we can take turns being criminals. In that, we're all accomplished... Within our specialties, special. Free, if we acknowledge the electric nature of ourselves. Happy, because we can do nothing else. Happy, because we wouldn't want to.