I don't wanna move to california
Don't wanna leave my misty hill
where keys to my neighbor's units keep piling up
I don't wanna be dropped from the sky
onto asphalt neverending
unhaunted by the ghosts of old me
I don't wanna surrender my tongue
to proper form and pattern
unplaceably competent to every ear
I don't wanna bury the evidence
of a life unoptimized
where joy was it's own end
I don't want to lock that part of myself away
leave him at the state line
for a more important life
I won't throw myself into the furnace
of a culture that doesn't see my home
neither timber nor coal