I want it within me.
I want it to be loud.
And on fire.
The first time
that you kiss me.
Youth is an awful sound.
Feel my poems
above the ground.
Blessed be the mystery
of everything except love,
because love is a time machine
like smelly shoes.
Now my whiffle bat has struck
and I see the world so differently.
How much surprise can my world take?
The river of happiness until I breathe my last breath.
Oh fuck,
the day is done,
and the night is scared,
but I will be there
no matter what cares.