I want to go to a reggae show
Where no one on stage or in the crowd
Is wearing yellow, red, or green.
The band plays music unknown to shopping
Places. The smell of weed is not thick in the air.
I want to see a songstress sing
With a stool beneath, guitar in hands, and
Pale lights on pink, pointed mohawk.
Combat boots and studded belt, and voice
Soft and beautiful like baby skin.
I want to be in the audience front and center
With man before me– gold-toothed grin,
Neck tattoo, pants zipper almost kissing knees–
Violin under chin as he looks into my eyes.
I want someone to surprise me.