The Poem I Want To Write

 

I want to write the poem that slices

your heart open and spills its

wriggling cyclone of uproarious

embryos into the periwinkle.

I want to write the poem that convinces

you not to commit suicide.

I want to write the poem that turns

your floor into the sky

and pounds your chest harder

than necessary with its CPR

breathing mouth to mouth the poem

that makes you cry the poem

that makes you whisper "I don't know"

I want to write the poem that is

already scrawled in hunter gatherer

runes on the cavern of your skull

graffiti lining your womb milk -mantra

you drank before you were born the

poem who is a hobo living secretly

in your body's subterranean drainpipes

that carries old things back to the sea.