I want a motorcycle
and a can of ruby red grapefruit seltzer water.

I want to do a set.
On a whim on a Tuesday.

I want to be.
Spontaneous again.

Maybe I will get on stage tonight
and not plan anything, just talk. 

Or send a postcard to a stranger. 
If you ask me. 

Space vs. loneliness. 
And I want a book to bury me.