When The Drugs Wear Off Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

I want to gorge myself, on rich, food and drink
laughing til I spit at wildly exotic
out of the way Indian cafes
planning high drama on low budget.

I want a lifetime achievement award.
I want an honorary doctorate from both
Oxford and Cambridge.
I want six pack abs and buns of steel.
I want my dearest friends to sketch me
in the nude while I sleep.
I want more people to 'get me.
Wherever I may travel, I want everyone to stop
whatever they are doing and pay homage to me.
I want to be in tight with the 'in' crowd
I want the Queen Consort
to slip chocolate truffles into my mouth
as she enthusiastically licks the melted chocolate nectar
from off her fingertips.
I want to be known as intense, and enigmatic
playfully quirky, delightfully eccentric and dangerously unpredictable.
I want to make critically important
world altering decisions
utilizing my ideas
with your money.
I want my own sovereign country
I want to abolish the term 'national anthem'.
Conversely, the book, 'Anthem' would
be required reading,
for citizenship.
I want to establish and preserve
sane laws for all nations.
I want to celebrate Hanukkah
with a warm well-adjusted
extended Jewish family.
I want Friday to land
on the thirteenth of every month.
I want more lush greenery in the desert
and more sand dunes in the rain forest.
I want the impossible dream to be probable.
I want dogs who don't bark and do their business
with the toilet seat up.
savoring whatever I feed them.
on my secluded tropical beach
at low tide
with fish jumping
while cracking ripened, falling coconuts.
I want great dead, song smiths
to telepathically, transmit
their unfinished works over to me,
in my dreams so I can properly
complete them
then share them with you.
I never want to forgo my true passions.
I want always to experience my best case scenario.
I want never to work just to make money
but for it to be my passion.
I want full diplomatic immunity.
So as to vanquish
all enemies of the creative human spirit
as J.C. Rabbi.
operating deep under the cloak of
invisibility the full
blessing of the Hassidic community
And, I want to play Canasta one more time
while savoring home made
concord grape wine
with my long dead grandparents.
Ask me again later
what I want,
when the drugs wear off.

Buddy Bee Anthony


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