i wanna be with
you
but I don't know how to
push on through
a destructive
self image that
informs policies which
deem sound relationships as
conservative garbage.
i
just want to be happy
and i really
don't know how
to
schoolmaster
sappy.
a dance craze too fancy,
i tried but it's flashy.
i wanna be with you
and try to transcend
the quiet servitude
of a historic common mood,
too bleak and not future proof.
within me there's crisis,
a practice parroting
the philosophy of carcinogens.
i wanna be with you,
cut a rug on a grain of feel good terrain.
land a backflip so nasty
that the whole world takes my last name.