classic soda fountain egg cream

mix-tape yeeted me into the sun

so i blaze up 

[as the kids say]

the algorithm cannot duet me together

i am just a grown up imaginary friend

in a digital stockade 

[trend on trend on trend]

i am bloodmeal

sacrificed to the flowers' roots

found objects in the shed

animal family coo-ing 

from the tree

jesus-tree, crucified petals,

bunny-nosed kiss,

pistill and stamen,

winnie-the-pooh

on valentine's day.

meet the baby.

within every head is a skull.

naked and afraid [the show]

loud commercial jingles

pause, i shot up hormones

the nouveau medical

do not take if allergic to life.

what if in every pill

      there was a soda shop,

or shoppe,

and we could sock hop in,

sit at the counter,

and split a classic soda egg cream

at the fountain tonight?

[two straws we save in a scrapbook]