why is abbreviation such a long word?

I want to love
more.

I have a recurrent dream
Everytime I lose my voice
(feel a hoarseness)
I swallow little glowing lights
My mother had sun baked for me


i woke and could still trace lingerings of that voice

And during the night
They do a trapeze walk
Until they're in the sky
Right above my bed

(warm glowing oil into my my wide open throat)
it picks up where i left off


under low crawling branch tendril tumbles
the cars squeeze
front yards littered with dusty-pale deadheads of trees
as I drive, (eyes jumping, always back to beyond the sap streak stains)
pen in one hand, poised, ready to write
but instead, my sticky fingers opt to type,
still saccharine from the core of organic peach i was sucking on
(to see from his point of view)
was so submersed in the pitter-patter of heirloom and heavy-metal inflated brain waves
that i didn't hear the ambulances twice
my thought bubbles pop like orange cherry tomatoes

i'm crowded into radiation embrace
half sleeping, half forgetting how to breathe
as it screams and whistles through it's test modes
some kind of pulsating, whirrclickclick wailing coffin surrounding
the saline is at the back of my throat again
and i'm still pissed about paying twice on toll roads
(a styrofoam ball string-tached to the outside world should i need it)
i echo the motorcycle gesture haphhazardly
steaming plastic cup makes home in hand
hot apple cider, leftover gift from an old friend
it crawls deeply down the wet walls of contraction,
the misty morning enveloping with it's cool-rub friction
mouth sips delicately, eyes drowning centerstage on&in the amber fluid
(where flowers and reflections of bell-curves swim bend)
and my thoughts drift to thinking
I just haven't yet found the right addiction