I am desirousof a moment’s peacea cup of redI don’t care what kindor even the vesselfrom which you decantbring it to me from a boxscrew top bottleor a mason jarit matters littleNor does it matterthe container into whichyou pourfor my consumptionI’ll gladly drinkfrom a gobletjuice glasssnifterjelly jartravel mugyour baby’s sippy cupI have been contemplatingthe tasteof that first sipall dayand driving homehow the jar fitson my lipwhen turned to the widest gapin its screw threadstongue’s burnthe liquid heldfor a momentor twoagainst mouth’s roofbefore swallowingI am desirousof the fuzzy edgessharpened musingssure to comeI want to accessthe very insideto visit blacknesslightnessflightrememberingwriting it all downI’d take that drinkout on the back porchfor a walk around townto the riverthrough the woodsdancing on a wood stageswinging from railingsin the parking lotbehind the American Legiondown side streetson rooftopscouchesmattressesconcrete stepsanywhere reallyeverywhereAnd I’ll contemplate itthe rest of the timewho am I kiddingcalling this contemplationit’s a wantdesiremaybe a needcertainly a wonderwhy I’m stuckthinking about it all the timedesirousof some other waywishing I could findwantingrememberingwriting it all down.
For Kerry's challenge to the Real Toads: Rhapsody