there is a want of time that fills you and i with great regret
where coffee and tea and orwellian chatter runs the pattern
of red yellow green.

there is a want for less periods to fill this expression
and laughter make known its presence.
there is a want to simply stop.
there i want to live where the river beds flow and
the pebbles glow against the sun on a lazy sunday afternoon. t
here is a want to shell my ear from the wails, the exited honk, the inexsaustable smog and fog.
to leave behond the jargon,poppycock, and gobbledygook and
find my hum buzzing of zen crickets sprawled in the grass.
there is an envy of the spaniel that curls up by the fire and
the cat that finds itself asleep on the sill of the sunlight window.
there is a want to cradle these four walls and the love that fills this room
there is a want to tickel my brain and set my feet at recline
there is a want to dream forever and believe that in dreams the human spirit will soar.
this is the want of dreamers, of fools who spin gold threaded webs of destiny
in between these red yellow green moments
while a tire put on a break
there is a want of life