still yearning to breathe free?

well too bad.
there's no such thing.
let the vultures eat your soul out
and if you can, throw them a grin.

if

"if you could be anything you want, what would you be?" i asked.

"a driver".

"what would you drive?" i asked.

"a bomb-proof tank".

"so no one can get in?" i asked.

"so no one can get out".

you're making an effort
to recall all the personal psychology
you collected and embraced when growing old
and fail to match it
with what you're told
by your most puzzling, challenging case yet
all i can say is
she's got life figured out
life
and what you are all about.

to an old friend

and why do i still want to
paint the sky blue for you
send you off to slay the dragon
sneak into the fortress
and reconquer the girl's heart

-when you can just pop a pill?

because i want you to go for the moon and the stars and the million dollars.