Things I Know and Don't

The economy

is a tad-bit dreary

and separated

from our common manifestos:

Call everyone a jerk

and fuck off

to the whole notion

that love is

really all we need

you’ll see when you get there.

Break away.

Travel far beyond

your wildest nightmares.

Dream dreams upon dreams

upon dreams,

of early twilight,

rising in the cold wood

of the oak,

and count all the moments

of freedom

as they drop in.

Watch all the rains

as they leave

me breathless

and you...

well, and you,

surrendered

to that which I will never know.

Say la vi,

I guess.