Fran-tic-tock-ness spurs on emotive emotion
Falling for phrases and keep staring into your sky-coffee eyes, all hot and sweet and strong and blue
Snap-flash and hey-you
Blurry dark square and ghosts pulling faces from shadows that weren’t there before
Rage caught with light and boxed oh-so-neatly

Ricocheted all over a map of the sleeping solar system
till elbows connect and spiraling jolts smack into your eyes
Sighing in several different directions
spraying footsteps in the before-midnight colors

Hot spots and cold dots
Meaningless secrets juggled between laughter and explosions
wishing numbers were smaller than currency

Sometimes I wish it didn’t make sense in my head
but we’d be opposite polar poles then,
and I hate the cold when I’m alone.