mischievousdoors and stairs and what falls slowly through and
down and up them
i want to speak the words that bring sweet tears to
cars and cubicles and cyclone fences and brick façades and all the hungry and lonely
emptinesses that call them home
i want to raise a hammer and drive madness into
idle hands and happy feet that build only things and dance only steps
taught under the light of neon beer signs
i want to retire comfortably
in the knowledge that lovers still cuddle
with cheeks covered in playfully stolen kisses
innocent of dreams shattered and hearts crushed
near a slowly dying campfire
at the hidden lake
