I mean this to be neither “stream of consciousness” nor surrealist. And so while I think a lot of the lines are right, the structure or order is subject to on-going revision. To illustrate this, the original has color-coded lines, which I would use if I thought it wouldn’t be distracting.
How Bad You Want It
someday you might have time to learn to paint it may be Spring when your son is embarrassed sick of you air travel and it's thundering take-offs fast is how it will grow boring know by heart her bare feet pressed the glove box it was you who loosed each embrace a winter morning too cold to buckle a seatbelt acrid strings of spittle cling alone in a public restroom and reading anything will you call me she asked young man waited to shave, want now to stop the surgeon tugs another bright-eyed insect light overhead speak up stay or go, just make up your mind some in-flight turbulence, and it was a bumpy landing thousands of unread titles have been written you didn't build wings let alone melt them as always, the librarian is turning off lights there will be time you can't always be the last to leave the tv on all day white noise helps you avoid hearing music of an untranslated song still makes sense change from a ten, two ones, two dimes, one penny fibs chalk-mark the walls perspirant halos from her perfect ten toes is sleep black or beige you have no idea if the universe has a definite size and shape blistered and rainbow-swirled blow more bubbles uncontrollable variations within the species where have you been where were you when she wore that black dress the living will never outnumber a surprise of snowflakes some February night or morning the newly dead dog froze stiff know by touch turning off the alarm that you yourself set will you please shut the door weep in the closet nobody sees it was the monkey who killed with two open hands smacking temples you didn't see it coming look at this, look at this, dad, look at this you'll appreciate sunshine and the smell of cut grass when you're feeling better now it's too late social behavior within packs condemns the weak and injured so shut your mouth despite the language barrier I saw Darwin on the savanna chased by baboons and hyenas don't let sleep take you in bed her back turned against you the space between stars the scars will be small another tattoo that didn't turn out right no obvious branding of six-sixty-six stitches will disintegrate counting from one to ten, you fail at five and now mother owl won't wake the sun o, omnipotent all-ending anesthetic du kannst fliegen we'll be there when you wake up will you be dreamless like the dead perchance one in a million typing monkeys try your luck and roll the dice if you can’t say something nice call it dark matter
