I want thoughtful words.
I want a both simple and outrageous post to publish here.
I want cold beer sliding down my throat since higher temperatures have showed up.
I want my voice back since air conditioners have damaged it.
I want stronger arms and thinner legs too.
I want vacation soon to fill up my Flickr with nice pictures.
I want to rest since my life has been based on non-stop work.
I want the smell of cinnamon, vanilla and a touch of cloves.
I want to buy tickets to Jamaica since Ryan Adams DVD has convinced me to.
I want to talk to strangers and complain about the weather there.
I want exotic food and hot kinds of pepper burning on my tongue and stomach.
I want the taste of bitter, sour, and salt in me.
I want buttermilk pancakes for breakfast Wendy's style.
I want greasy ribs too.
I want a parade, launch countdowns, and inner body explosions.
I want the best psychothriller end since Number 23 turned me off.
I want fireworks for no reasons.
I want empty trash cans.
I want long lasting light bulbs too.
I want perfect-fit socks, gourmet jelly beans, and pit free olives.
I want hairless legs, good hair days, and cavity free teeth.
I want the right answers, the right directions, and the right choices.
I want the truth as long as it doesn't hurt me.
I want good mood, good books, and good wine.
I want fine language and in-tune singing.
I want ever growing intelligence.
I want butter pecan ice cream and a chili dog with melted cheese on top.
I want a medieval sword hanging on my wall.
I want the most amazing stories since literature is the only cure for stupidities.
I want the colors of Miró as well since his art work definitely moves me forward.
I want a tougher soul and softer laughters too.
I want easy access in all surroundings.
I want hands, fingers, and mixed salivas.
I want to simmer and I want to boil.
I want to hug the milky way.
I want to sleep tight.
I want to float in my awareness.
I want to never fight.
And in case I have to...
I want enemies who can never beat me.
I want nothing more than a Paxil kinda life.
Friday, March 28, 2008
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i could totally go for some ribs
ReplyDeleteI love Ryan Adams, butter pecan ice cream, and I wish I had a tougher soul. Hairless legs would be nice too.
ReplyDeleteI'm changing my prozac kind of life for the paxil kind of life!
Raymi:
ReplyDeleteI don't seem to find down here, in Brazil, those tasty pork ribs I used to have in the US. I bet these ribs are even better in Canada.
Sass:
I actually don't take any antidepressants. I am glad I don't coz Paxil or Prozac would become another addiction to get rid of. But I bet they do work during certain fucked up times.
Yes, they can lift you out of the gutter, but they just leave you sitting on the curb.
ReplyDeleteI loved the images this piece created in my mind. Tougher soul being my favorite.
Have you heard of the film Turistas? It makes your country look like a scary place. Many Brazilians have protested against it. Just wondering what your opinion was.
Rain
ReplyDeletethat movie is a bag of horsepiss.
that movie is a box of llama spits.
that movie is the lowest garbage which was ever portraited in the movie industry.
In my experience Paxil was the least obnoxious anti depressant I have ever been placed on, not good but least obnoxious.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, I wish I could articulate things like you do! xxoo