Pleas in Ten Syllables

Come, angel song screaming, high and loud.

Din, explode. Shatter the tranquil, break, split

Take me away, lift me too high to see myself

I want more than this stifling, awkward day.

More than the choking heat, the burning sun,

I want to drift high, out of the familiar

On a cool breeze of change, a gust of new

Depravity clings, like a great anchor

Boredom rends inexhaustibly, hunting

But I must confess, what I really need

What’s driving like iron nails through my heart,

Is that I need, want, crave, more of you.