Greedy
by Ann Nelson Gleeson
I need a black leather jacket.
I wanna look cheap,
available.
I need the Ozone Hotel.
I wanna act,
available.
I need the Rolling Stones and drugs.
I wanna get lost
and available.
I need all those hungry friends.
I wanna get warm,
available.
I wanna be there when
the rain turns to gold,
I wanna be under the
shower of good tears,
I wanna be available cheap.
Available for the storm,
riding the highest crest of the sea.
Available to rub my hair
across Neptune’s belly and ride the dolphin
to the rocks.
I wanna be available cheap
until
filament sizzles, bulb bursts
and glass shatters leaving splinters
in a thousand faces.
I want all that.
