You Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

1.

We did not rub nor polish the lamp
Of our snoring genius, we bashed it
With a drunken hand, and then we
Kicked it down the unlit traffic lights,
We drank from it and we spat
Ungodly fire back in the spout.
Yet we wished first for fame
Then fortune and then food and then just
Shelter.

2.

We wished - I wished - for the exit
Through the gift shop, I wished
For a free full tank of gas (you were not there)
For an empty tank in an open road,
Somebody else took your place for a while.

3.

For all this wishing and washing,
This willing and having,
This looking and burning,
For all this excess of needs,
Most went through life granted a sum total
Of zero wishes,
The genius in my lamp was
Cleverer than most, I did not wish
Anything of the sort when I met you.