backsies

i don't care about the rules, i want my teaset back.
and that's not all.
i want my flying fucking car and my friendly robot to do the chores.
i want to sleep in and wake with a song in my heart, not a knife.
i want this depth of understanding 10 years back at least and i want a really good burger.

mmm oh yes--i'd like a good hour with that feeling of going to the movies with someone who really really wants to go too, with me.
enough to hold hands, share soda and rest heads on shoulders in a vain pretense while greedily hoarding and mentally cataloging every little synapse the brain will permit me.
sight smell taste and touch.
each one insistent that theirs is the sweetest, most divine
til you speak to me, and only me.
wipeout.
the wave suffuses and suffices then abates
thus dazzled i puddle and melt.
the drift into dreaming is subtle, complete....
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz