Lines upon reading that Britney Spears may recently have spent the night with the heavy-metal illusionist Criss “Mindfreak” Angel
Hold tight, my dear. Tonight we climb in frying beams of light
And hang like magic dolls over Caesars Palace.
You — troubled starlet, bitten by the hounds of fame.
I — supernatural phallus.
Get into it, girl. Get pissed.
Call me names. “Spoon-bender! Escapologist!”
Erotically, I am your wildest wish.
Great orgasms throb toward us in the dark, like jellyfish.