temporary insanity

i wanna
run away with nothing but
a pen
a pad
and some dreams

i'd like to live on air and
eat sunshine with
rose petal forks and
moonbeam knives

i know you're thinkin
that's some ol' esoteric boho bullshit
but...hear me out for a minute

i wanna walk barefoot on
august-heated asphalt
'cause i know i can
and the grit would feel good between my toes
just like serengeti sand used to

i wanna give folks an example of what it looks like
to live on the other side
or no side at all
travel with my hair trailing behind me
smiling at nothing
conversing with the spirits
(i'll blame my insane appearance on a nonexistent wireless cellular headset)

i wanna perform miracles on street corners
so black & brown babies will understand the truth in "you can do anything"
and know it's not just a lie grown ups tell to shut you up.

of course i'm writing this
at a computer
at a desk
in an office that has nothing to do with a dream of mine
or any of my modest aspirations
but that's why i make up these little bits of verse
and put them out into the ether
'cause that's where freedom is.

(c) 2007 l.a.m.