Who I'd Like To Meet

I want to meet girls
with tongues like lightning and
voices like brushed velvet,
who can be counted on like lit matches
to burn fast and disappear,
but be beautiful,
honest and true
in the burning.
Gentlemen with top hats
but not really,
only that they seem as such
when picturing them mincing words
in the eye of the mind.
POETS with razorblade fingertips,
that growl like bears
wave like flags
and spit demon possessed words.
I want to meet weasels that walk upright
and collect paychecks
while wearing the latest fashions.
I want to meet the last man on Earth
when the time comes
sullen and walking desolate streets
fiddling with a coin in his pocket.
I want to meet humans,
new humans
half animal
half plant,
kind of greenish with wild vines
intertwined
in the head,that serve
to both confound and illuminate.
I want to meet Sting,
and people made of hourglass sand.
I want to meet myself,finally
in the dirty water of a mud puddle
with half my head blown away
a terrible casualty of a war
waged completely
in my mind.