love the feel of hand gliding across evening-cooled sheet
ebb-and-flow pulse of curtains against screen of open window
gutting finger sound of fork in hot cheesy macaroni
incomparable paper-on-paper slide of smoke leaving box

impossible dreams are good to have

it is healthy to want what will never happen
stack of three pillows, guitar leaning on shelf
alarm that rings at noon or just slightly after
boring, boring, every day, life, small room

want more, stay hungry, stay hungry, want
more, stay hungry, stay hungry, want more
stay hungry, stay hungry, want more, stay
hungry, stay hungry, want more, stay hungry

one day every trash can will knock over
streets will be littered with banana peels
half-blocks of tofu, broccoli stems, butts,
empty boxes, rats and roaches will feast
for a day while the happy cats starve, die
and become trash themselves, street-guts

this clumsy hand will float down the gutter,
make itself known as some thing that was,
and never was worth fighting