second row, all the action for
half the price of front and center
and they, he,
don't and doesn't suspect a thing
interior dreams, thoughts,
have you ever thought?
can you, even?
well, imagine, then, this
the world is bright and iodine-scented
with nightlife spattered over the walls
a man with a title in my dreams tells me
every time you hit "snooze,"
you save the future."
(and how could i pass that up?)