Full Throttle

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I'm your mean city genie
and you're my bad witch
from the north.
we're in this together.
no more early to bed, early to rise.
your genie is out of the bottle,
purified, immense, at play.
I'll grant your wishes.

tomorrow the Brooklyn Bridge,
I'll climb the cables.
scuttle up that arch we call the castle wall.
put on my black cloak.
do my hip hop dance.
show off my long painted finger nails
and howl at the birds.
but this is New York.
no one takes notice.
in time, cops will come.
carry me off.
at my booking, I'll insist
we rename the Empire State Building
the Daisy Duck Tower.
got my courtroom plea planned.

next week Yankee Stadium,
three thousand feet down.
this is sacred ground.
I'll dance around the field.
pretend I'm just a lost pilgrim.
then hop and duck as many beer cans
as I can.
fans will want to lynch me.
guards will seize me. deploy cuffs.
at the dugout, I'll bow, smile.
yell I love the Bronx Bombers.
then tell them my name is King George.
sweetie, you'll be proud of me.
look for me on the evening news.

just bought us a 1500cc Hog,
a sleek American beauty.
together we'll flee down green street.
no top-notch cop will catch us.
we'll chase the breeze
and ride the freedom of a big sky.
mortal folk will deplore us.
hate our bed of wings.
yes, your hot rod hero
will fire up his folly full throttle.

by the way, before sleep
Sunday,
I swore I heard you
whisper in my ear:
go barefoot
over the flames.
you're on.