We want what we want

I would have liked to have two

Having succeeded on my third

The childish whims of endless summer

Lasting all of a fifteen year sentence

From the time I said nothing on mini cassette

Until a long drive into a mountain's belly

Deciding what was what

Cost forty thousand years in the desert

Not knowing anything 

I enter buildings from the back

I pull down my mask;

Kiss my fingers to high things

I would have liked more

As if olives or figs