a poem a day for a year #311

tell me what you like
and I'll bring it to you
use your finger to point
write it on a napkin
hell yell it like a campfire song
just get it out
we have these big fat glistening brains
but they are
mystery machines
the other end of the world
you can't always get what you want
but you might get lucky
every now and again
try and not die
before you find
the place
where you feel
like a jubilee
like Rocky
like God in tight pants
where you walk around the house and shout out to no one and everyone
how you are the winner of your life
with your arms in the air
all the way up in the air