Cinderella in Chrome Casket

When I’m nervous I buy things
I don’t need
and all I want are
forever open green
traffic lights
you got drunk at the dance party
and ended up before the marriage clerk
but let’s talk about things
that make me close my eyes
to be alone
those who
woke up at least once
know that leather pants
&
a blood-red shirt
mean escape
the arms are raised and holding a tinfoil flag
tightly like the last salute
from the Titanic
look at me
a poor boredom tamer
eyes blinking
from too many films and music videos
I grew up
but I didn’t become a cynic
suicide scorns cold people
warm rain concealed on the cheeks
before
a tired crowd
show me love
and it will be fine
it will do