write poetry
like Tom Waits
plays a tango.
I want to
love a woman
like Cuz- that
guy that sweeps
downtown,
and makes all those
funny sounds-
does his job.
Say what you want
Cuz works hard.
I want to bite
into life like it was
a sweet fruit that I
had never seen before.
Sweet and delicious,
stolen from the
free breakfast
at a hotel
I am sneaking out of
because I cannot
remember the name
of the girl
I met and screwed
after a Lit Fest thing
last night-
like something from
a Bukowski story.
I want to sleep
at night
with the peace
that is a
tiny drop of water
forming on the side
of a fresh pulled-
icy cold mug of beer.
I want to
know my children
better than I know
the four hundred
or so people
who say
I am a friend
on Facebook.
I want a Marlboro Red
kind of world
with tough guys and
horses and no thought
of consequences down the road.
I want to write poetry
that kids fresh from home
share in crowded
dorm room twin beds
on Sunday
mornings after a
Boones Farm breakfast
and decide they
want to write too.
