Neural fibrillation aflare

There you go again, girl,

Plyin’ me with oversalted ghetto-hop,

Expiration date: 100 years back.

New-girl wooin’ me with floral adagios,

Sweepin’ me into an autumn breeze.

You, still ridin’ my broken back,

Ragin’ over last year’s burger menu.

Dragon-brass liftin’ me

Into the blue heights.

Earthen percussion punchin’ the clouds,

A serenade of atmospherics squeezin’ out next year’s rain.

Gregorian incantations rockin’ the stained glass,

Swellin’ the city walls waaay out past the English border.

Neural fibrillation aflare,

Strokin’ me out one last note.

Under your spell, girl,

I fold and lilt.

In her arms I die

The sour sweetness of a small death,

Pushing up a field of lavender,

Scenting the heavens once again.