Kass Stone

In the industrial zone of a phantom city

beautiful children drive our cars though the night

to arrive, to arrive at a black light paradise

of writhing, sweating torsos and smiling, welcoming faces,

all saying, “You are young. You are free.”

Your car is the key to this secret garden

growing on the outskirts of town and cities just out of reach,

that is, just out of reach for those not driving a Mitsubishi.

The electronic pulse of a new era of perpetual ecstasy

perpetual friendship, perpetual sex, perpetual cool

pulls you closer to us, lets us dress you

tell you what to say and how to say it.

Say, “I’m free.” Say, “I’m young.”

Say, “I’m young and free in a Mitsubishi!”

The girl in the passenger’s seat is dancing for the driver.

she is beauty, she is youth, she is Mitsubishi.