I Wanted You in Texas

I wanted you in Texas,

the towns dry and dark,

struck to submission

by the sun, oppressive sun

You and two other boys

would all share a blunt

balanced between shaky fingers,

playing yogini juvenilia

And I wanted you in Texas there

where your bass notes never stuck

to the grumpy summer air

but ran slapdash to my ears, I swear

I meditated on them all.

I wanted you in Texas

when I wanted to go west

but all you ever wanted

was to see New York

I wanted you in Texas

when without a license

I listened to your CDs

and drove you to the airport

I wanted you in Texas

when we stayed up all night

and your head, your head

felt weightless on my shoulder

I wanted you in Texas

and I want you in New York.

And you’re doing better now,

I want you in New York