I want 42 months of free rent and world peace.
I want to smell rain on the
lipstick you're wearing
stretched over a world map
of new found ideologies
and a paper mache light show
of women without
clothes or direction.
I was at work and someone offered
to show me a video of a fawn
being mauled by a brown bear.
I declined because all those
colors would stay with me
and corrode from
within day in and day out.
I'd carry with me large sacks
filled with the pain and embers
of everything ever brought to it's knees.
I want to bury them in
heavy mounds of
everlasting world peace
and 42 long and winding
months rent free.
Raymond Strickland