TV is on;
I turn the sound down
to hear my hunger...
I wish I was a ghost,
not needing keys to move around freely,
and not feeling like a dragonfly in a jar;
For then, I could speed through
four-lane highways, not worrying
if I should miss the bus
I wish I was a pro shadow-boxer,
equipped to face the worst thieves,
voyeurs, eavesdroppers,
even telephone screamers;
For then, I would be valued,
and not be looked upon with sleaze,
like a number on a bathroom wall
I wish I had the gift of prophesy,
and be way advanced
than tomorrow’s monsters
