You corner like a miracle car
Everywhere I look you are
Above the earth below the stars
I’d call this love if I could see that far.
Wrapped up in your plastic suit.
Dancing in your rubber boots.
Don’t you know you can pollute me?
Pollute me.

You spin me like a merry go round.
Always up. Always down.
Deafening silence. Deafening sound.
100 percent. Pound for pound.
Sheets of solid green velour.
Mirrored ceiling. Mirrored floor.
Don’t you know I’ve been waiting for you
to pollute me?

You’re a slasher film you terrify.
You’re a love story; you death defy.
You’re a shoot-em-up; you’re a cold drive-by.
You’re a tragedy, laugh till I cry.
Sensaround porno queen.
High definition poetry.
And I only want to screen you.
Pollute me.
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from Sam Bisbee’s 2001 Vehicle album