turn the rich into wine

how great you move, elegant and brave, come to another dance with us, I will give you a ride
car stuffed with surgical equipment
turned into wine. kneeshaking and clusterphobically exotic, toxic sweetness reaching the stars, dreamrealized.
and then drown

turned her into wine as we sat on the stairs between one floor and another of her luscious apartment and she told me all about Big Macs and cookies and crepes and caramel sauces, followed by guilt and exhaustion and self-hate and long 12 hours of sleep and swimming pool all day long upon awakening.
months later, caffeinated to our eyeballs, we were comforting each other and she was supporting the economy oh so strongly
and then she operated, became bony and breathtaking. and drown

what are you doing with me? he asked. I am turning you into wine. consumed each other on edges of bathtubs, slippery clean
bored. rained and drowned.

no more turning the rich into wine
[instead]will turn your lengthy sips of cheap alcohol into my genderless galaxies. would you like that? It will kill you and me slowly. I dream that it will. you and me are ******** slowly caring wishing creating producing twisting slowly gradually respeCTFULLy gently like never and nobody
mimes creating wealth, penniless jokes, oh let me go where there is no neurotic riches, intoxicated pragmatics, let me live in a circus with no animals, give me a path towards all my cravings but don't make it easy or stuntless

make it rocky, with tiny pebbles that sound so comforting but keep me hungry,
place little houses along its side that would remind me of those in beautiful England and squeeze my heart or whatever it is in there that would hurt like nothing else
give me madness on my way, I want it, even more of it, I want to overcome it
stick mines and wires all over it, I will learn to wear either a helmet or sunscreen. or an oxygen mask. or an iron lung
give me this path and release me from this wine

all the rich behind me, so long and good night