THAT'S FROM THE 60'S - CAREFUL YOU'LL BREAK IT

THAT'S FROM THE 60'S - CAREFUL YOU'LL BREAK IT
copyright @aladreth

Inside me I've got: "World peace, 2 rainbows, light from 4 stars, 
green stuff, milk, some dog hair, and a raisin."  - Seen on a Onesie
designed by Gwendolyn Gardner

I want to write
thoughts that lie deep
and move at 32 miles a second
on your ham and cheese dinner
and bourbon drink,
your, "You aren't
going to believe this,"
and, "You know
what I mean?"

I want to write a
letter so big with
Christmas decorations,
moonlight maidens,
and swans ... there have
to be swans.

I want to write car crashes
in Rhode Island,
abductions from Northern Arizona
clinic parking lots,
I want to write
your, "You have to stop the 'bad'
thinking."

I want to write you right
into bondage cuffs and
ceiling fans littered with
bullwhips and fish net body suits.

I want to write lunatic, monotheistic
governments sunny,
green and black jelly beans,
evidence at
murder trials,
and laundromats

I want to write forgetting,
forgetting the evil and
remembering how we chose
the dog we adopted from the
shelter - you asked me, and
I can't remember right now ...
I think it was because she
beat up all the other dogs.

I want to write Burroughs,
The Marquis de Sade, Paul
McCartney, and Charlie
somethinaruther,
Parker, that's right, yes!
I want to write your
nightflower eyes, your
"I'll be your slave," eyes,
kissing in back alleys,
Stevie Wonder
"Part Time Lover" songs
I want to write Rita Hayworth
and my Mother, the spaces
between lovers, beautiful boys
with bright red guitars,
stars, orange jackpot express bears,
hallucination of dead folks,
week old suicides,
I want to write,
"I LOVE YOU, YOU FOOL,"
on the matinee board
at Stadium 9.

I want to write.