Tonight I Want To Write

Tonight I want to Write
To express my inconsolable fear--that
Humanity has lost its ability to be good.

To record the dreams of today for
Tomorrow because Maybe the
Muse wont come to visit again
Soon.

Tonight my heart aches and I
Want to speak through this
Paper that ache may be
Forever recorded; vicodin
for my soul.

I want to write jazz on the
stereo, cigarette smoke that
I shouldn't like so much and
burnt coffee that wont keep
me up because caffeine lost
its potency long, long ago.

I want to write that I miss
him even though I left
after the ship sank and...

Jack... Jack...

I want to write of anarchical
desires of my once-right heart
where politics have become
apathy... because I study them.

Of how corporate dominance
is a pipe dream Howie Shultz
crammed down my throat
as he rubbed my back and
told me he'd be closing
my favorite Starbucks
store
--Onward

I want to write how I don't believe
"The One" exists how
after too many meaningless
fuck-ups I dont think
anyone really cares about
my feelings.

I feel the need to write
how in the last week
Turkish Silvers have reminded
me, in no particular order,
of Peaches, Pie, and Orange
Hi-C from Mcdonalds.

And I feel the need to write
about how,
once again,
I feel lonely and just want
a cosmic hug.

So tonight--
tonight--
I'll write.