my eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is sleeping.

i want to sit in a piss-stained gutter with you; heads rolling back, throwing empty bottles at the walls.
i want to run naked in the forest with you and lay together in a field of dying flowers.
i want to survive off the Wilderness with you; sleep in a squatters paradise.
i want to shoot heroin with you and nod off on your shoulder in a grungy corner.
i want to throw bricks through a window with you and jump fences running from the cops.
i want to walk up to our van on a dirt path; look around, see pines and moss.
i want to share a can of beans with you beside our campfire because its all we can afford.
i want to feel the wind of november chilling our backs.
i want to get a bottle of cheap whiskey and toast to the harmonies we create.