TODAY I WANT

I want hamburger to taste like steak–
I want steak to taste like veal.
I want veal to taste like venison
but I don’t want to eat it.
I want to grope the president
I want to stab your thigh with a fork
I want you to be online
I want always required disguises
I want to taste the gasoline smell
I want music to sound like something else
I want to give words color
I want to give color shape
I want no shapes
I want to trip the obese
I want my parents to be seventeen years old
I want hamartia to be like cold pizza.
I want pomoporno and pornotension

I want obtuse-oblique
I want to drive my car into a wall
I want to use your neck as a stair
I want war to continue
I want mandatory awkward
and salt and pepper nudes

I want organic yogurt

I want to burn things with my mind
I want that I should never again go camping

I want that you should have the itchiest of lives

I want platinum black credit

I want a book that ignites upon opening

I want that our hands should be more like knobs

I want a backstage pass to the misery of others

I want
I want
I want
    two.