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.