Reality Wish List.

I am tired of living every one else’s truth. Here are some of my own truths.

-I want to waitress, I want to make tips and wear a heinous uniform.

-I want a dingy beach condo, that smells damp and sandy.

-I want to learn to play the guitar, I don’t mean just learn a few strings, I want to be Pink Floyd proficient.

-I want to publish poetry. Not wishy washy poetry, but beautiful gritty poetry. The hard to stomach type that revolts and delights all in one.

-I want to do something dangerous.

-I want to see Iowa, I want to walk around and leave a mark on Iowa.

-I want to be in lust, feel the fear and desire in my stomach. The clammy hands and the want.

-I want to be in love.

-I want to go see an underground concert, get caught up in the madness of it.

-I want to sleep in a damp bathing suit, and not worry about being called “musty”.

This is a list of things that I need before I die. Sometimes I think I might die.

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One comment

  1. Brian Lageose · March 1, 2016

    Good piece. Keep going!

    Liked by 1 person

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