California Mode

Hey
It’s me
Been thinking
Lately
About that
Lime-tree bower 
Poem 
Coleridge
Dazed
With FOMO
At the
Mere thought
Of his friends
Wandering 
In gladness
The countryside
Without him
All because
A skillet
Of boiling milk
Accidentally
Emptied 
On his foot 
It’s true
Language
Lacks the primacy
To attenuate
The trouble
With being
Born
Bernadette Mayer
Says
Time spent alone Is what songs are
The old feeling
Where stars
Seem untroubled
With the symbolic order
I saw it once
Lying in bed
It’s complicated
The Fisker Ocean
Conceived by
Henrik Fisker—
Designer of
Among other things
The Benetti Fisker 50 superyacht—
Is not just an EV
But a tech romance 
Between machine and planet 
Beautifully considered for all
With vegan interior 
And upcycled materials 
Like recycled fishing nets 
And fibers 
Derived from 
Worn-out t-shirts
It features
Their patented
California Mode
The most important
Automobile innovation
Of our time
When engaged
Every window
Nine glass panes 
Lower in a symphony 
Of open air movement 
Even your surfboard 
Gets some air
Passing through 
The rear window
I mean,
Come on—
With thoughtfully luxurious spaces 
And comfortable seating
For five adults 
Its safe cocoon-like structure
Is no lime-tree
No
Form follows function 
When it comes to 
The Ocean 
The rest
Will come naturally 
Like a haunting
In the sky
You know
There is 
Power
In the word
One time
I said it
To a friend
“California Mode”
And things 
Happened
The stock price
Ran like 12%
I was at home
On my laptop
Doing basically nothing
We entertain
Our most based
Ideas
Thusly
Airheaded
And suckling
The she-wolf’s tit
I’m thinking about it
Buying 
The Ocean
I love to say it
That way
Romanticism
Will get to you
Leave you
In a
Liminal space
Fully taken
By
THE SUN
That glorious
Glorious
Hole
50000000000000 rays
Harnessed
At the press
Of…
Do i need to say it?
Oh,
That soft release