I want to make love to Cat Power
under a piano
and call her Chan
as a party continues around us
somewhere cool in New York
and we hide
and have to bite our lips.
I want to be portrayed in a comic book
in a big coat
in the wind
or in someone else's seminal novel.
I want to be impotent
just for an excuse
or as an interesting fact
to tell people at parties.
That's why I smoke;
hoping it will live up to the claims
on the packet.
I want to buy a Hammond organ
and learn how to play Highway Star
or The Changeling on it
and figure out
all the switches and toggles and gears.
I want to see a person driven mad
and keep screaming,
angry and/or confused and/or drunk at the world.
I want to be able to induce the perfect hangover
without fear of over-
and ending up sober
I want to hear the sound an orchestra makes
running away from a fire
in Princes Street Gardens,
and record the echoes, dings, and scrapes.
I want to see a dog run out of a butcher's
with a string of sausages in its mouth,
free and happy,
like in the Beano,
or actually watch someone actually slip on a banana peel
actually, in real life.
I want someone to give me the chance to do
a bit of advertising work,
just so I can tell them to fuck off
and stick it up their arse
and eat shit and die
with a grin on my face.