clouds are shroudin' us
22.2.10
I reach out into space
like this.
It's awkward.
It's ordinary.
It's just I want to talk
about other things, I want to
live better dreams-full of stars
and mouthfuls of birthday cake,
even if I don't like cake.
Everyone is boring me,
I'm boring myself, this is
no better, I am not the special
prize or the exception.
I am just trying to cause I want
more,
of everything.
I want brains, I want risky business,
fancy, elegant, ruthless but polite
and caring, loud %& quiet shhhh.
I want to go everywhere, consume
everything.
I want to stay put,
touch you and kiss you for
half a decade or so.