Now You Can Sit Back

My star sign is WOLVERINE
I heat Crest
in the microwave
in a shot glass with
spores from a glory rig--
don't ask.
Let the fine white plastic
shavings from the faux
wood blinds come to rest
in your delicate pink lungs.
Fade in so I can rub
the frequency of desire
into your green ways--
the smell of TV
is electric on you,
and that's a fact.
Cross the lush bridge
all darted and foamy
while I comb the glass
from your hair.
This is great.