le sigh....
(in a good way)
i had a lindygasm
(that's a word)

seventeen screaming twelve-year-olds
half-baked in their sincerity
but their smiles are sunbeams
scintillating, surrounded, soaring
happy birthday, my dearest
candles are halfway romantic
(you won't be burned for a while yet)
you're still uncut cake-sweet

i have a lindycrush in parentheseses
oh, smooth glide of blues down my backbone, shiver me softly
lead me, lead me, i swear i'd follow forever -
and swallow your lies like honey
(time the flies)
dancing is not life, for if it were, the world would be so much more peaceful
got rhythm?