#poemforvisualart

I always wanted to live in a punk house.

I wanted to live communally,

and to survive on alcohol and coffee.

In the morning,

I wanted to find friends crashed on couches and floors.

I wanted to regularly stay up until dawn,

discussing a common hate for anything vanilla.

I wanted to have shows in my basement.

I wanted it to be disgusting.

I wanted to live in the heart of it,

and I wanted to fall asleep to the pulse of it.

I wanted to float through my days in a grimy haze,

full with something unnameable;

on something unspeakable.

I wanted to feel like I was part of something huge but deeply personal.

I wanted my environment to loudly, unrelentingly, and even shockingly, reflect my values and interests.

I want to be uncomfortably close.

I wanted to be constantly basking in noise,

next to someone else,

eternally and silently