by BryceH
Pin up my love with clothes pins. Display me
on billboards on the side the road. I'm the old
supermarket, the abandoned furniture store
that we smoke in front of. I have a dream
of the following statements:
All people will have a name of their choosing.
All people will drive cars to imagination.
Ask if this is a headache or a possession
before taking medicine.
Ignominious replacements for alternatives.
Sky and starstruck, the replacements for parks
and compartments.
My love in the glovebox.
Rubber bands around my feelings.
Pine my love. Display me on you.
Smoking into the darkness, the angels
in the streetlights keening. Strumming on
the strings of our love. Spinning in the night.
Wheels turning in darkness.
I have found the stars in your eyes.