I don’t want to know enough about music to be a snob

you keep your shit I’ll keep mine

I don’t want to spend the night together,

going over and over white liberalization

 

I just want to sit here and trap word dragon

flies and beetles like scarabs, like savages,

that turn on each other like two sister Queen

hyenas until wrapped in paper jars or lanterns.

 

I want to plant a garden with you,

maybe burn the night a few more times.

I don’t possess patience to pore over rhymes

for fine toothed whiteness or wrongness.

 

We can do it in the classroom, on down the road,

Beyond humankind, wear the wilderness undresses

And bemuses the muses mind.