I want to be the guy who pulls things off
that should not work anymore
poems that rhyme and stories with endings
maybe even happy endings
sometimes
I want to melt butter in a saucepan
Not margarine. Not microwave.
I want bow ties that untie and good table manners
I want awkward hellos with strangers
I want to tell you that a good amount of the time moustaches and aviator sunglasses are just ugly
not ironically cool
Screw irony anyways
I want to be sincere
I even want to be earnest
Naive.
I want to be wise and stay foolish enough to belive
Even in Jesus
I want to lay across the life raft of a paradox
whle the tide goes out
And stay inside my raft like an island on the sunny sand
People will walk by and call me foolish
because I will look foolish
But I have not forgotten how the tides work
How this good earth is anchored to the sun
and anchors the moon
How, come the darkness, there will be an ocean again