It’s nothing new,

I love some drama.

To satisfy that urge

I should probably 

Join guerrillas in a jungle,

Any jungle,

Fighting random evil,

Falling in love with bearded

Heroes,

Wrapping beans and rice

In a tortilla while I sing

My songs of hope and sorrow.

I wouldn’t last long,

I’m too soft.

I suspect

I’m all talk.

The bourgeois version of 

This noble destruction

Is pursuing unworthy boys

And romantic dreams

Of solitary adventures,

My horse and me.

Maybe a harmonica!

Giving up comfort

And support

And honest smiles.

Because at least

I will have something

To write

About.