Cavorting

Receptors fluttering /tingling
but with a bit of overload,
almost numb but for a sense
of feeling; an echo of events
that may or may not have happened.
Tightening laces along the feet and back,
taking things on the tongue
while twirling dancers cavort across
parking lots full of weeds and screamers.

What is your fetish, an old woman once
asked me near a van of crazies.
I only smiled. She likes flickering streetlamps
while her husband likes really rounded
asses straining beneath polyester.
I once knew a boy who liked toes
and a girl who liked quarter-filled
water beds- to feel like tide pools
even in a Pennsylvania winter.

Someone outlawed freak shows
in theory. Even boardwalks are cleaner now
and the seamiest stuff is stuffed
into gifs for hard-working perverts,
and cartoons are hyper realistic
which I think defeats the purpose.
There aren’t any heroes and gardens
are being bombarded by storms.
We could find our way if there was one.