If I said you were a car crash

If I said you were a car crash 

Would you blow your Piston?

If you read my mind aloud 

I would bake your name in mud

It's me who finds it hot today

Hotter than a tourniquet; 

hotter than a sunspot spitting in the desert,

hotter than a hotrod, ripping up the track

Here in my cabriolet, 

sidewinding the day away, 

like a magic roundabout, 

like a blue orgasm, 

shifting through the gears I go,

vroom vroom vroom, 

Yo yo yo

vroom vroom vroom

Yo yo yo 

Your hair is blowing in my wing mirror,

my skin is tingling like a fractal,

blow right through the plasmatronic 
crackle of existence

which sums our not yet life up 

and tear my chakras to shreds like confetti,

tie them to your kitetail

in a little hail of psychotropic ribbons

and drag me off to Venus 

like a thorny comet.

2016 - Moscow